Jaycee Cervenka Poet Free verse

The Misfit

A girl struggling to fit in; 
Not quite sure why she does't. 
Every tear of self-doubt you cry 
Burns a scar into my mother's heart. 
Every time you say you have no friends, 
It bleeds for you. 

With your friendship you offer your heart. 
But life's little prejudices and cruelties 
Taught you to be cautious with your feelings. 
Throw aside your cautions. 
Embrace that world. 

For the same tender heart that plagues you now, 
Will triumph in the end. 
As other's friendship come and depart, 
Yours will be as Venus in the midnight sky: 
Forever true; Forever bright.

02/18/2004

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Janet Runyan May 13, 2015 at 5:30 PM Oh I forgot to tell you, I'm adding you to my favorites. I love your work Janet Runyan May 13, 2015 at 7:22 PM It is hard to have a soft heart Jaycee Cervenka May 13, 2015 at 7:18 PM Thank you. I post frequently but not every day.

Janet Runyan May 13, 2015 at 5:28 PM The title called to me. This brings me back to the child I was and who I blossomed into. I had trouble making friends for so long. The ones I did were forever friends though. When I was sixteen the things that made me strange, red hair, made me beautiful to others and I made friends a lot easier. As a loyal friend it's hard to keep an open heart when so many people are fake but this captures it so beautifully Janet Runyan May 13, 2015 at 7:21 PM It's truly touching. Even the part about scars. I was a cutter. I'm fighting it still because of ptsd. But it really spoke to me and that is just purely sweet Jaycee Cervenka May 13, 2015 at 7:17 PM I think kids are afraid of things that are different, and yes, it's always ironic to be admired for the very thing they shunned you for before. I had a group of four close friends, and we've been through a lot so even not seeing each other for a while, we can just pick it all back up, which is nice. This one was for my oldest who also has the softest heart.

Anne-Lise Andresen April 30, 2015 at 7:16 AM - Children who miss friends .... when children being teasing, really hurts my heart - But, we as adults must do something about our own children - teach them friendship and love - A wonderful poem, Janet - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Jaycee Cervenka April 30, 2015 at 9:03 PM It is really hard to explain to children. Young children have no prejudice. They learn it from those who should know better. But fostering basic kindness zis always important. Thank for reading Anne Lise. Jaycee Cervenka April 30, 2015 at 7:20 AM yes Robert seeing beyond the pain is not always an easy thing.but I sometimes but the payoff is becoming a stronger person. Jan

Robert Johnson April 29, 2015 at 8:34 PM It's hard to see beyond the tears. When life keeps feeding all your fears. And hope is just a fading word. That each time is heard, sounds more absurd. Jaycee Cervenka May 14, 2015 at 1:44 PM yes Robert seeing beyond the pain is not always an easy thing.but I sometimes but the payoff is becoming a stronger person. Jan

Hannington Mumo April 29, 2015 at 10:19 AM Another magnum opus from the queen of superior verse. Kudos...7+++! Hannington Mumo April 30, 2015 at 9:00 AM I really like this poem...It's so well knitted! Jaycee Cervenka April 30, 2015 at 7:01 AM Thanks so much my friend. I appreciate the kind words. Jan

Rochelle Harris April 28, 2015 at 11:40 AM this is so hard to understand when you're just a child great write Janet ...walkin' on sunshine...RH Jaycee Cervenka April 28, 2015 at 11:48 AM Thanks Rochelle, I see it all too often as a high school teacher.