Gathering Strength

Good Evening, 

The following poem is for those who have been bullied. I felt trapped and recoiled into my own fantasy world when I was bullied. Now I thank those who bullied me for enabling me and as the poem reads, it made me strong and determined to do well. 

For anyone out there, young or old who is a victim of bullying… own it. Take that negative energy and envelope it in positive energy. 

Gathering Strength

I am the one who sees not joins

Not to be seen seeing, but looking on

I am as visible to them as oxygen

As I skirt about their peripherals

Mostly ignored yet always there

Unless they choose to toy with me

Then I am flesh for the taking

Only for their pleasure, entertainment?

Then I am fair game - ridiculed, persecuted

Pushed and poked

I assume a silent persona then

The persona of one who is emotionless

Unfeeling to guard myself; yet inside

Oh if you could read my eyes

They are alive with hate and revenge

An all consuming need

To take back what once was mine

A life so lost it is beyond recognition

Contorted with wicked thoughts

The best plans are those pondered in time

Everything that I am will come to consume them

For every passing comment and jibe

Each hit and humiliation

Pay back’s a bitch

Until then you use me, making me stronger

Once I have gathered my strength

There will be a storm force warning! 

Until then...

I am the wind moving about you

You know I am there, yet you choose to ignore me

To you ignorance is bliss

For me ignorance is fuel.

March 14, 2014

By Helen Stallard