As I laid in bed last night just watching the numbers tick by I got to thinking about my blog, about what I had dreamed about when was a child. We all have that same question given to us at some point through out our life.
'What do you want to be when you grow up?'
My first would have been a lawyer. I loved Ally McBeal. I like the whole concept of standing there defending someones case. I did study it for a year and half until I fell pregnant with my son at 18. Never took it up again after that.
My second would be a writer. Didn't care what type of writing as long as I wrote. If I do say so myself I think I have a gift when it comes to poetry.
Some light and breezy, some dark and not so breezy.
So as an added extra I have decided to dedicate Thursday to poetry, some written by me, some from other authors I like. Feel free to add your own.
So this poem was written by me as part of my Open University course. Got a good mark of 79 from it so rather pleased with myself.
Not everyone see's
Hurting words like a slash from a dagger
painful blows, make up wont matter
slumped upon the floor
people climb on by
passing her, don't see her cry
Away to the rest room, peace and solitude
not the perfect place, but shes not in the mood
the hallway bell rings
footsteps a clatter
no one around,
no one matters
Silence flushes upon the room
silent sobbing forms a pool
the mirror on the wall
Crimson tears fall
across her wrists
fighting through the red mist
waves of hurt, waves of pain
losing unconscious, forever, never again
tore her apart
like a thousand knife wounds embedded in her heart
No friends, no pals, no one to call her own
to suffer like an animal, In the woods alone
In the rest room,
in the pools of red
the light drifted away from her eyes and her head.
her breath subsided
like a machine had been switched off.
a tear cascaded
her cheek so flawless, her hair so sleek
bullies have done this
week after week
the reasons why,
no one could tell
The bullies knew
they broke through her shell.
Written by Caroline Smith