What I can't put in the lesson plan

I teach art at a secondary school in Lviv and I ask my students to draw what they observe. Still life, perspective, the human figure. I correct their proportions and discuss composition and I do not tell them what I do in the evenings. I write poetry because some things that have happened in the last two years cannot be put into a drawing. Not by me, anyway. Maybe a more courageous visual artist could do it. What I have is language and what language allows me to do is approach certain things sideways, which is the only direction from which I can approach them at all. I started writing seriously in 2022. Before that I wrote occasional poems, the kind you produce in adolescence, and I thought I had grown out of it. I had not grown out of it, I had just had nothing urgent enough to force the habit back. I have a notebook I bought at the Knyharna bookshop on Prospekt Svobody in 2021, before everything, and I've been writing in it for two years and it's almost full. I don't know what I'll do when I finish it. Probably buy another one.