Today is day 12 of NaPoWriMo : Today’s prompt is to write a poem of questions you have always wanted to of asked someone ( parent, peer, teacher, anyone maybe historical or even a world leader ) . I was at a loss had though of quizzing a politician or Queen Elizabeth 1 when I read a post on another unfortunate young person who was cyber bullied and no doubt plain ordinary bullied. A young person still at school so as I was bullied not only at school but through my work and personal life too. I am alive and proud , unlike the poor girl in the post.The post moved me to leave an answer and I am going to now in a poem confront my bullies. I have included too videos one by Jesse J called Who’s Laughing Now , and the other an early Imogen Heap Getting Scared Now.
I actually found this much more painful and harder to write than I thought it would be, so sorry it is not very good but I do not have time to rewrite today.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Back in 2010 I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust. I will of been married 53yrs this comming year. I have found different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light.
My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and be as strong as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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That Jessie song, I sat back & watched & read. I’m so not good at songs because I hear & like them but I seldom actually know the words. It was great how it had the words. Loved that so so much. GREAT.
I love Jessie J her song are so relevant, she writes it as it is!!and she has a song for most occasions! Here is her big famous one Price tag , just for you with lyrics too!! Hugs 😉 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oz2LoNfpmZs
Sorry Willow – got all fussed about the video & forgot to comment on you poem!
You know, I like your poetry because you “say it” so well. Willow, sticking pencils & protractors into people, and all that stuff … that STUFF. I loathe these actions of humans, don’t understand. Makes me way sad, and I wonder will it ever rest; will we ever cease to be so base, and see the joy in rising each and everyone up where we belong among the stars. Human nature can be so wicked. I am so so glad you are “over them” as you say. xx
I am with you there Noeleen, why is humanity so lacking in humanity towards fellow humans No I think if the children can be vile and nasty what hope is there for the future? Woa ! that is very pessimistic but I do not understand why humanity is like it is. I found it hard to write that poem but I felt I had too because children should never , never be allowed to push one of their own to the brink or even worse to death. IT IS WRONG. sorry I find this such a raw subject and it all happened years and decades ago decades. Hugs to you and Daniel. xxx
no apologies necessary, Sweet Willow, and as one who suffered from bullying, I can empathise with this poem wholeheartedly… Bullying at school affects you for the rest of your life… sometimes for the good, in that it can make you a stronger person, more sure of yourself and who you are … yet there are so many who cannot cope afterwards… and the detrimental effect is forever felt. Great piece my friend. xPenx
Thank you Pen, I was bullied after school too and at first when I started working and even now I am susceptible to bullying but no where near as when I was younger. I still carry the scars, on my shoulders and back, I used to scratch until I bled and then I would scratch the scabs off ( I’d it when stressed at school or at work) and the scars are still there. If I am stressed or upset even now I will scratch my shoulders or back. I will never forget those days but I am stronger now and a different person, I wonder how they all are……… xxxxx
Great poem, Willow, and I love poems that just ‘come out of your soul’. Sometimes when they’re polished up they loose some of that raw energy that birthed them in the first place. I loved this poem. 🙂
willowdot21 
You certainly don’t xxx
No I don’t do I.
No.
na na na no!
Never xx
😉 night, night 😉
“I have succeeded in my life I do not have to explain myself to you at all.”
Fantastic! Loved this closure Willow.
Peace, Eric
Thank you Eric , for your support! 🙂
This is GREAT, Willow, GREAT.
That Jessie song, I sat back & watched & read. I’m so not good at songs because I hear & like them but I seldom actually know the words. It was great how it had the words. Loved that so so much. GREAT.
I love Jessie J her song are so relevant, she writes it as it is!!and she has a song for most occasions! Here is her big famous one Price tag , just for you with lyrics too!! Hugs 😉 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oz2LoNfpmZs
Sorry Willow – got all fussed about the video & forgot to comment on you poem!
You know, I like your poetry because you “say it” so well. Willow, sticking pencils & protractors into people, and all that stuff … that STUFF. I loathe these actions of humans, don’t understand. Makes me way sad, and I wonder will it ever rest; will we ever cease to be so base, and see the joy in rising each and everyone up where we belong among the stars. Human nature can be so wicked. I am so so glad you are “over them” as you say. xx
I am with you there Noeleen, why is humanity so lacking in humanity towards fellow humans No I think if the children can be vile and nasty what hope is there for the future? Woa ! that is very pessimistic but I do not understand why humanity is like it is. I found it hard to write that poem but I felt I had too because children should never , never be allowed to push one of their own to the brink or even worse to death. IT IS WRONG. sorry I find this such a raw subject and it all happened years and decades ago decades. Hugs to you and Daniel. xxx
no apologies necessary, Sweet Willow, and as one who suffered from bullying, I can empathise with this poem wholeheartedly… Bullying at school affects you for the rest of your life… sometimes for the good, in that it can make you a stronger person, more sure of yourself and who you are … yet there are so many who cannot cope afterwards… and the detrimental effect is forever felt. Great piece my friend. xPenx
Thank you Pen, I was bullied after school too and at first when I started working and even now I am susceptible to bullying but no where near as when I was younger. I still carry the scars, on my shoulders and back, I used to scratch until I bled and then I would scratch the scabs off ( I’d it when stressed at school or at work) and the scars are still there. If I am stressed or upset even now I will scratch my shoulders or back. I will never forget those days but I am stronger now and a different person, I wonder how they all are……… xxxxx
Great poem, Willow, and I love poems that just ‘come out of your soul’. Sometimes when they’re polished up they loose some of that raw energy that birthed them in the first place. I loved this poem. 🙂
Thank you it hurt.
Such a delight to read! I always love your words my sister! God bless!
Thank you Wendell it was cathartic.
such a revelation !
yes and cathartic