Shielding

Redux

The injurious are on the prowl.

Instinctively my guard goes up.

Hurling words to pierce the psyche.

Expectedly waiting for more of a beat-down.

Another and another and another.

The taunts ricocheting inside me like a ping-pong ball. 

Humiliation the game, the victor, no one.

I feel desperate and alone. I want to cry.

Fear, sadness, and agony achieved.

I don’t know how much longer I can take this!

Bored, looking for the next target to feel superior to.

I’m exhausted from this continued abuse.

I need to push myself over the edge to freedom.

Originally published 7/16/2018 on I Write Her.

19 thoughts on “Shielding

  1. Wonderful. The message and language is spot on, but I’m also impressed with the format – you can read it down the left, then down the right, or each line as it comes and each way is a complete poem. So hard to do!

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