I remember...

I remember I fell through that wooden floorboard.
I was careless where I stepped, and the weight of my mistake made me fall right through.
I remember the embarrassment I felt... it nearly broke my self-esteem.
I can hear them use their traitorous tongues.

I remember I walked carefully over those wooden floorboards.
I see their eyes glare and hear the whispers of people who judge me for treading so cautiously. 
I am wary of what they are saying. ..of what they may think.

I walk confidently around that wooden floor.
I am aware of their judgements and their hateful glares.
I don't care what they think.
I no longer have to tread so carefully.
I can run free.

 I remember... 
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Agustin Avatar
September 20, 2026 at 6:20 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Soul Avatar
September 23, 2026 at 10:21 AM
Thank you
Smith  Avatar
September 17, 2026 at 6:50 PM
A powerful free-verse reflection on anxiety, shame, and hard-won self-possession. The recurring wooden floorboard image gives the poem a clear emotional structure: first the fall, then the guarded caution, and finally the liberating confidence to “run free.” Its plain, direct voice makes the movement from vulnerability to resilience feel especially genuine and uplifting.
Soul Avatar
September 23, 2026 at 10:21 AM
Thank you
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