Days of Glitter

Days of Glitter

I cry...

A lot...

Every day...

I love my new job

It also makes my heart hurt

I've been teaching yoga for awhile now, 
but I avoid teaching children

When I worked with children everyday, 
I figured that I needed a break from kids

When asked to sub kids classes, 
I would adamantly refuse

I never wanted to teach yoga to children, 

and so when I started this job 

teaching yoga in a psychiatric hospital, 

it didn't cross my mind that I would be required to teach children

I wanted to work with the adults 

forgetting that they too were once children

First I was a child

I guess I try to erase that little girl...

The youngest admit is five, 
and then there are the dreaded teenagers! 

I love them...

I know them...

their fears

insecurity, 

feelings of loss...

I see the beauty that they have already lost sight of

I try to remind them

and I see

flashes of a smile

like the sun

hidden for awhile

glittering along the edges of cracked, 
grey pavement 

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I'm trying to figure out how to keep my heart from breaking 

on a daily basis

or perhaps I bear witness

watching the shattered bits land where they may

sweeping the pieces back together

holding the small mirrored shards gently in my trembling hands

deep breaths as the glitter flies

shimmering sparks

of love

Angela Minard 2016©
Artwork by Anne Bachelier