Letting Go

There was no groove for me
No gifted island of misfit toys
That salved mercy through my puberty
I cowered beneath the piercing eyes
Of peers
Calling me Spaz
Jeering
Leering
Profiteering
On their meteoric rise to
“I’m so cool
You insignificant
Maggot
Watch me squash you”

It cost me
My serenity

It powdered me empty
A spare
Bound by malevolence
I clung to hissed taunts
Echoed in faces
With voices that glared

Years passed
Before I learned
To breathe my way free

A gift of letting go

Brenda Warren 2017

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6 thoughts on “Letting Go

  1. Children can be quite cruel especially picking on the weak or different to bully (or did in my day). It was no more than an animal instinct to survive when they left the mother’s nest. Most grow out of it those that don’t become criminals or politicians!

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