The Bully

He likes to praise me, sometimes he can be nice,
Other times he can turn on me, turning cold as ice.
They may not be sticks they may not be stones,
But in this case, words do break bones.
 
They cut deep valleys within my soul,
They engulf my heart like wretched mold.
Words are his weapons, his weapons of choice,
He loves to launch them like daggers with his voice.
 
When I think he has gone and I will get some peace,
He comes storming back; the taunting doesn't cease.
Some say just fight the bully and set yourself free,
But it is an endless battle because the bully is me.

-Eddie Belcher
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Kimathi Avatar
December 24, 2015 at 4:06 AM
Greetings Ed. Congrats for having your verses featured in the Poetry Soup homepage! ;-)
Belcher Avatar
March 27, 2016 at 12:57 PM
Thanks!
Adams Avatar
February 25, 2015 at 5:34 AM
Yes, we are our own worst critic. But, remember this. Satan can sling his arrows at us in an effort to defeat us emotionally. Don't listen to him. You are worthy. God made you, and he doesn't make mistakes. All the best to you. This is a well written poem.
Belcher Avatar
February 28, 2015 at 5:44 PM
Thanks. I think I could relate to this more when I was a teen. I still feel like it is something that many of us struggle with and can relate to regardless of age.
A  Avatar
February 14, 2015 at 1:08 AM
WOW, Ed, so much in this and you.. WOW... :)Have yourself a sweet valentine's Day. ~SKAT LOVE~
Belcher Avatar
February 18, 2015 at 6:35 PM
Thanks Skat! I hope you had a great Valentine's Day.
Curtis Avatar
January 18, 2015 at 10:15 PM
Ed, why do we beat ourselves up--- we need to learn a new way--and find the peace we seek.
Belcher Avatar
January 19, 2015 at 9:44 AM
I agree Jerry. I feel that this behavior is a root cause for a lot of anger and despair. People just torment themselves to the point of breaking their own spirit. They then sometimes begin to project their despair and frustration onto others in the form of anger and abuse. If we can find peace for ourselves, we promote peace for others.
Dunn Avatar
January 18, 2015 at 9:59 PM
i understand more than you know I used to be married to an abusive man, this is him all the way, so I can relate to what you are saying here I give you a seven on this peace, and thank you for your seven also for your seven on my broken doll poem, cheri
Belcher Avatar
January 19, 2015 at 9:39 AM
Thanks Cherl. I am sorry to hear about your situation with you husband. Whether it is internal or external, bullying is a barbaric and primitive tactic.
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