This piece, along with one later in this presentation, was left on my desk unexpectedly on the day that our school was grieving the loss of a well-loved student. The boy who wrote this needed to channel his grief through writing, but not only that, he needed it to be read and appreciated. He chose to write about another time that he coped with a loss of a loved one. This was not something he was asked to do, however, he knew that I would appreciate reading it. He allowed me to enter in to a private experience in his life, opening the door for an amazing conversation between us.
This is an excerpt from a poem that my student wrote in response to a novel we read in class. He brought this by my room nonchalantly at the end of day and completely blew me away. He wrote this out of a desire to interact with the text. The line below is beautiful and haunting.
You're trapped, chained by Demons of lust for a woman who is now only memory and dust.