Those Voices Around Us
How do messages received as we grow up affect our adult lives?
Poetry? Softy!
There was no escaping it
Harsh playground teasing
There was a young man in Devon
For whom books meant heaven
It comes as a shock
When other kids mock
Suppressing his sense of believin’
Poetry scribbled secretly
Or whispered quietly
Ever watchful of the bullies
Minding my stanzas and couplets
Now, I open fresh pages
As memories nibble
Frayed confidence edges
Towards resolution
Poetry? Softly
Whispers escaping, soaring
New playground for words