Wednesday, February 1, 2017

The Bully.............

Hello Luvs,

When realizing that I had not posted yesterday this poem came to me last night. I hope you like it, and in some small way it resonates.

These words were true then, and they remain relevant today.

There is no light
Shined onto me
A kindness reflected
Through many storms at sea
A breeze I can feel
Difficult to shield my eyes
I know in the end
Reflection will be mine
Out then in
I remember the order
Of this meditation call
That provides a safe border
Where I am just a being
Who comes with many faults
That existed long before
You laughed and pointed
Then mentioned them out loud
Now I have no other choice
But to call you by name
The bully who voices
His own muffled shame
His doubt of himself
For he does not stand alone
There are many there beside him
Calling this country home 

                                             ~Kat L. Wilson, 2017

Til next time,


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