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Dreaded tutoring experience

From fourteen feet I visualize how heavy is the frame,
which parallels encasement of slow and lumbering brain.
While even with my vision blurred and tables in the way,
I certainly descry the face so flat,broad and plain.
Before my semi-weekly sessions, which conscience forces me to face
my body debilitates my leave and preparation with psychosomatic pain,
while though I'm free from heart attack, the organ grips again.
Without sepsis and collapse in its non-ruptured grain,
my right and lower abdomen fools perception "Appendix in its flame"
When I arrive into the center on every session day,
I take the folder and the book and in my mind I pray
"I truly hope the absence will take the charge away".
In pause of possibility, while I sit,dream and wait,
I write the note on take-home sheet " It will return that day"
Within the lesson,I am tortured as mine's a greatly swifter pace,
the discipline is nonexistent,for I repeat my say
"The lesson wants you to master this" and hope that it obeys.
As I faced my session one inevitable day,
I needed the board for the lesson,while the student continued to paint.
I couldn't say "I need the board" within a mode of faint.
I tried to take it in my hands, yet weakness gave its way.
As the deterrent triggered a lesson in delay,
the sound lesson wanted us to learn is realm of slow retain. 
When I arrive home, I aim to watch the videos of saints,
for that'll correct the aforementioned,uncharitable ways.


Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2017


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