Young Writers Society

We all have that person who teaches the greatest lessons of life

May it be your English teacher, your coach, Jesus, whoever

Well, like everyone else, I have mine

Like some, he is very close to me

Unlike everyone else, he has his troubles, too

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Freshman year, I was broken

I was hurt

I was ripped into pieces until I didn’t want to get out of bed

Too much ran in my head

Until I saw him

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He wasn’t unnoticeable, easy to spot in a crowd

Six foot tall, height speaks loud

Curiosity led to many things, and I’m glad it did

I got to know his name, interests, and friends

How well he played sports, and how much he loved the rain

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A year later came lesson one

The bravest are ones with fears

The bravest are ones with demons

We tell their fears and demons first

Then we shoot them down together

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Lesson two the year after

I am never alone

The other will always hold my hand

Walk through the storm

Then, cradled in his arms

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This year, lesson three and last

It wasn’t my fault

He has demons, but he believes he is not to blame

I made my choices, and if I’m happy, so be it

Don’t let someone else try to break my heart again

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Wisdom is experience and experience is history

I still don’t know his, and I question it,

But let’s be honest with ourselves

It’s not my business

And I won’t push him farther than times in the past

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I hope to tell everyone of my teacher’s lessons,

But if there’s anything I really want

It’s for my teacher to hear me speak today

Teach, you know who you are

And thank you for listening