today it was paper
torn to shreds
an unknown word
became
a cascade of emotions
crayons were handy
they broke easily
and it felt so so good to release
and throw
And throw.
next came the sobs
softly at first
world spinning
searching
searching
Oh what does it feel like inside?
the waves took some time to crescendo
while we waited, wondered
held our breath
and remembered compassion
Oh what does it feel like inside?
A break. Back to the surface.
A story within earshot.
A silly story about a piece of cake, a monkey, and a box!
The best of friends.
What?
-A smile-
Some laughter.
Oh what does it feel like inside?
livelifelovewords 
Sometimes I remember the turbulence from when I was tiny and sometimes I forget when I’m frustrated at my tiny ones. You honored your tiny one with this work.
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I love this poem. it’s so accurate for how quickly emotions can shift. This can happen even to adults, but we just know better now than to throw crayons.
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Keith, you’ve expressed so well how our kids can carry such turmoil inside and how painful it is for us as their teachers to watch them struggle, knowing we can only do so much.
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