Maybe........and Many thanks

First, I have to thank everyone who left me a comment on yesterday's post.  Your encouragement and faith in me means so much. You might think it's just a comment, but believe me, it isn't.  Your support is what keeps me going and makes me believe in myself. So, Thank You!  
Consider this your virtual flowers and chocolates that I'd send to each of you, if I could.









It's National Poetry Month. I haven't written poetry in a long time. But, it's where my roots in writing lie.  So, I decided to try and write something.  I didn't start out with the idea of  bullying, but that's where it went.  I wouldn't say I was bullied as a child, but I was teased for various reasons. I remember the ache of wanting to fit in and knowing I didn't.  This isn't a happy poem and for that, I apologize. Maybe next time.





Maybe


She walks the halls, feet heavy.
Her hand-me-down shoes show wear.
Fingers worry the hem of her shirt,
Eyes down, avoiding their stare.

She's aware that she's different,
Her clothes, her hair, her skin.
She wishes each day for sameness,
Then wonders if it's a sin.

Maybe today will be different,
Maybe today she'll feel,
What it's like to be wanted,
How it is to be real .

One jeer is thrown, and another,
They laugh, they sneer, they taunt,
Today is the same as the others,
Today she won't get what she wants.

Maybe today she'll stop caring,
Maybe she'll admit they've won.
Maybe today she'll surrender,
Maybe today she's done.
                                     
Tomorrow may dawn without her,
Will they notice or care she's gone?
Will they miss having a target?
Or will they simply move on.?
                                  -Jewels

Comments

  1. SharleneTApril 15, 2012 at 10:05 AM

    Hello, Fellow Challenger, from #399 - aka Rockin'Chair Reflections! You just have to follow your muse and, sometimes, it will lead you to dark places. You'll have to check out my L entry.

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    1. Julie DeMilleApril 15, 2012 at 2:03 PM

      That dang muse. You just never know, do you? Thanks for stopping by.

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  2. DebApril 15, 2012 at 12:44 PM

    Your poem may not be a happy one, but it is definitely one that makes me stop and think. I love your writing...I wish someone would hurry up and publish your book so that I can buy it and read it...do you have a Kindle edition?

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    1. Julie DeMilleApril 15, 2012 at 2:02 PM

      Thanks, Deb. I wish I had a Kindle edition. I wish I had an 'any' edition.

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    2. Masked MomApril 15, 2012 at 4:45 PM

      All good things are worth the wait. :)

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    3. Julie DeMilleApril 16, 2012 at 7:59 AM

      That means a lot coming from my editor. =0)

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    4. Masked MomApril 16, 2012 at 9:18 AM

      ;)

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    5. Larissa T.April 16, 2012 at 10:54 AM

      I was thinking the same thing Deb!

      I'm loving the chapters, but I can't wait to just sit with it in my hands and read. I'll gloat and say, "I was one of the first to read it! We go waaay back, we're practically best friends." That way, I'll be cool.

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    6. Julie DeMilleApril 16, 2012 at 11:19 AM

      BFF's for sure!

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  3. Masked MomApril 15, 2012 at 4:45 PM

    This is so very powerful. Thanks for sharing it with us.

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  4. lhyatesApril 16, 2012 at 6:13 AM

    My dear sweet friend you make me cry. I love you and are so proud of you. You have always inspired me.

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    1. Julie DeMilleApril 16, 2012 at 8:00 AM

      Thank you. It makes me happy to know you read my blog.

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  5. Larissa T.April 16, 2012 at 10:55 AM

    This poem is beautiful. Reminds of the song, "Can Anybody Hear Her."

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  6. Sleepy JoeApril 22, 2012 at 3:12 PM

    This is so beautiful. Sorry words escape me and that is the only description I can come up with and can't seem to elaborate. Just beautiful!

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