SHAPES_IFTER
His face ached
often, from the tender smile
that sat upon his lips.
But how could he not wear a smile?
Amidst joyous children so ignorant
of the world: who held fears both
innocent and wise beyond their years…
And yet, they were the students, and he the teacher
with all the answers to teach
and he had a face to wear
Even if it meant hiding that true face of his –
that wolf that slumbered –
inside.