struggleA Poem by Emily Byesterday's class involved serving the suicide caller if you know me you may suspect that I have met this issue a time or two before some days I looked it in the mirror
there was real struggle on several faces around the room everybody reneged on last night's plans nobody felt like playing games being social
I wandered off sat at the lake watched the water in the lake placid and blue-green and wandered back to sit in my room
the pied piper of somewhere wandered down the hall with a guitar and we all followed sang songs for a couple of hours make a joyful noise is sometimes the best therapy
and after the pied piper and all the merry girls disappeared back down the hall two very real conversations snuck up on me out of the blue
it will take some time to digest all the information sometime after midnight a text came to my phone with the message "be still, and know that I am God"
my job may be to rescue the perishing but there is someone who will rescue me
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