I believe. . .
Tinkerbell starts to slip away
and Peter asks us to believe,
and Tinkerbell is saved,
at my best, that’s what I do: believe,
I see each student,
and I believe in who each is
and in who each can become,
self-doubt is an off-switch,
easy to reach,
as if the universe prefers the resting state of inertia,
as if creation threatens entropy and dissolution,
and they fight back,
I believe in my students,
I help them believe in themselves,
every moment I fight my own self-doubt,
sharing that struggle keeps
the edge of my awareness, keen.
by Henry H. Walker
August 4, ‘18
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