Walking downcast into school each day,
No friendly faces meet you there.
Shy and forlorn and can’t connect
Even the teachers don’t have your back.
(An open heart is being rejected).
An outstretched hand not met by one,
Circles of backs not letting you in.
Up-turned noses looking down at you,
The isolation is overwhelming
(the awkwardness too.)
Scowling glances meet your gaze,
Ridicule and mockery and snickers of hate,
Greet you daily…
(it’s too much to take).
Home life is stressful; there’s not much money.
Dad’s an alcoholic and Mom’s emotionally vacated.
No one is there to ease the pain.
No one sees the relentless agony.
And the weighted burden
Becomes oppressive and crushing
Day after day after day…
Dejected, despondent, hopeless and desperate,
Abandoned, forsaken, deserted and desolate.
Photo: Google Images
Over at dVerse Poets, Karin Gustafson (ManicDdaily) invites us to write on the subject of exile (or Molly): http://dversepoets.com/2012/06/16/re-joycing-in-poetics-and-exile/
This is a former posting that I have made some changes to for today’s offering.