The Cartographers of the Human Mind
Teachers quietly draw hidden maps
inside the chaos of my mind
showing me brighter horizons ahead
guiding me through thick confusion
when everything feels like fog.
They notice my worries early
reading my silence like stars
catching the small sparks inside
helping me believe they matter
even when I honestly don’t.
Their words feel like gentle chisels
shaping the best in me
softening all my stubborn edges
carving courage into my breath
from effort I never saw.
They talk in shifting seasons
thunder when I need waking
rain when my heart cracks
dawn when I find hope
strength when I fall again.
I know I’ll leave their classrooms
but not the way they shaped me
their lessons stay deep inside
holding my future steady
helping me stand and grow.
December, 2025
