She Who Sits in the Corner
She sits at her desk in the corner.
The desk, covered with a hodgepodge of papers.
Essays and exams lay in semi-random piles,
Covered with the green ink of her pen.
She stands at the front of the room.
This is her domain, the kingdom from which she rules.
It serves as her pedestal, as her pulpit,
From which she preaches the beauty of language.
She sits in the chair across from you.
Stress and anxiety are bearing down.
But there she is, sitting across from you, smiling.
As she talks to you, you know everything will be alright.