Teacher's Silent Battles

In classrooms bright where young minds roam,

A teacher stands, though not alone.

With chalk and hope in hand each day,

They guide, correct, and show the way.

But not all paths are smooth or straight,

Some days are met with noise and weight—

Of voices raised, of rules defied,

Of tears and moments when they've cried.

They breathe in deep, they count to ten,

They speak with calm and try again.

For every child who tests the line,

They hold the hope they’ll one day shine.

They see beyond the stubborn face,

To find a child who needs more grace.

And though their patience wears so thin,

They never let the storm win in.

Behind each rule, a heart still beats,

That longs for calm in crowded seats.

And every shout they must ignore,

Is love unspoken at their core.

So here’s to those who stand so tall,

When learners crash like waves that fall.

Your strength, though quiet, shines so bright—

You are the flame, you are the light.