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.
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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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Thank you, JeanMarie! I’ve not written in this style in a bit, but I’m glad that it has impressed you! ❤
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Bullying is horrible. Speaking out against it cracks open the door towards better things.
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Incredibly horrible! I agree, Joyce!
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Love the form but the words are razor sharp and cutting!
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Thank you, Val! That is high praise. ❤
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powerful – wow
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❤ Thank you so much, Ruth!
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Spot on!
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❤ Thank you, Eugenia!!
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You’re welcome, Susi!
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Love that last line, Susi! ❤
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❤ Thanks, Penny! Yes, it is definitely an escape.
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Wow at the ending line, “I need to push myself over the edge to freedom.”
This is such a superb and powerful poem, Susi!
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That means a lot, Tre! Thank you! ❤
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You’re quite welcome!
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Such strong words and so beautiful written.
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❤ Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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