blue sky

for my teacher.

you grew up many miles away,
and have seen many more days.
you say that i show promise
that i will certainly belong.

you seemed so surprised
when i presented the sketch to you.
a faerie-tale rendition of your hometown
written, mostly, in your native language too.

though fate, maybe, has brought us together
we've never really been apart
for standing on separate continents
our blue, blue skies have always been the same.

you inspired me to do something i never even thought of:
go to some far, far away land and teach the youths there
so now i'm trying, really striving
to learn the language of korea.

i never know what to say to you
to make you understand
you're such a wonderful mentor to me
but i'm not who you think i am.

you always comment how cheerful i am
and i just smile and shrug
i really just can't break the news to you
that i'm dying on the inside.

i'm teetering on the brink
of overcoming
and succumbing
to the depression i've been fighting.

i know you're doing the same.
at least, i think you're doing the same.
i began to talk to you
because you looked so sad.

if it'll make things easier
i'll shut up and just go on
and speak not a word of my troubles
and chat as the bell drones on.

kindred spirits, you and i
brought together by fate
you came all the way from gwacheon
and we're both underneath the same blue sky.

Reviews

[Tex]

very nice write. i could feel your emotion in this. very real, very honest.

nice job