Poet's therapy

Why am I treated so differently
It feels like every action I make no matter what it may be
Results in me being criticized by those around me
Am I taking them to seriously? I’d often ponder
So every once in a while I tried to relax, but 
It’s hard to ignore their taunts and jeers 
that was always followed by frantic laughter
which formed  a unsettling composition 
With silent anger as a undertone 

And this is how I grew up
year after year
Keeping everything inside
Afraid to stand out because I feared being rejected 
Afraid to speak up because I feared being ignored
As a result I became disfigured 
Crippled with nervousness to the point where
everything I said came out in fragments

But the thing about fragments is that no matter how much I speak 
I was always left wanting to say more
I just wanted to express myself and participate in fellowship
So I prayed and I prayed until one day the spell was lifted
My fragments became words and my words became sentences
No words could express the joy I felt

Yet why am I standing before you today?
The answer is simple.
I’m here to tell everyone that God has a plan you.
Because I was once considered a victim
but now I’m a vessel


Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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