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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Some things, good and bad, are so hard to let go. A big lesson for each of us.
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“To breathe my way free…a gift of letting go”. An important and powerful edge against and above all else.
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exquisitely done… “a gift of letting go” and rising above.. so critical in these tilted times.
As always thank you for this space ….
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Powerfully written, from the pain of the taunts to the freedom of rising above them.
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Growing up and being different is a hard task – i admire your ability to let it pass
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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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