Where I'm Meant To Be

In the quiet hum of an art-filled room,

A seed of purpose begins to bloom.

Colors blend, emotions rise,

A story unfolds beneath young eyes.

Little hands shape dreams in clay,

Words they can't speak find their way.

Through every brushstroke, every tear,

I feel my calling crystal clear.

The school is a garden, vibrant, alive,

A place where hearts and hope survive.

I walk these halls with grateful feet,

Each moment here feels bittersweet.

For in their struggles, I see their might,

In their laughter, a spark of light.

To guide, to listen, to simply be,

Is the greatest gift they’ve given me.

Each day I’m here, my spirit sings,

This work has shown me the joy it brings.

Through their art, I’ve found my place,

A life of love, a heart embraced.

This is my path, where I belong,

My purpose clear, my passion strong.

Through their journeys, I’ve come to see—

Art heals them, and it’s healing me.

~RMC