Crying in sorrow, I dripped my eyes till it runs dry
Poem for my April Prompt
Schools are where we learn the best of worlds, heavens and dungeons, cravings and pitfalls for attention seekers
Hoggers and Bowers, all the universe crammed into one, as my voice stuttered when uttered, tounges ran like an elongated fishnet, only elongating
Till they run it over me, my body, darkening the screen, or for the fact that I looked different, behaved like a feminine damsel in distress.
They said everything, from my intense on the VIGBYOR scale skin tone to the way I spoke and wore my uniform, all vile and dirt that they can they had thrown
I tried to fight some, overhauled and overturned some, but some told me things about my parents and I froze like a jammed scarecrow
Scared, should I fight or not fight, the scare was so deepening, I was falling into the pall of darkness, how I was harnessed into the unfairness and shared dryness of mind and heart. For my eyes ran dry with floods emanating from my eyes
I was tangibly locked in that memory, of remorse and regret, wet and crammed in the locker rooms of shame and infidelity, as I had sinned
Deeper and delving into the memories, I couldn’t distinguish myself as a just person, wanting to attain brazen and craving barren ways to live
All the water in my eyes ran dry and a pall of sorrow ran through my heart
It empowered the disruptor, an abrupt perpetrator exploited till they can as they got to know my weakness,
In rareness as well as in all fairness, they left me untangled with the poking and traversing into my weaker zones
One who gets the pin-down, all others jump crumbling and shattering you into pieces
You had to remember things will change, if not for the better, it will not be for the worst too.
But the suffering will continue to churn you better, to make a diamond off of you.
Thousand years of impression in lands leading to the liquid gold petroleum, hence you are one in a million.
But never let the downpour, flash floods, and endemic drowning in sorrows take a raincheck, for it's okay Men feel sadness, become shamed, and get shy too.
We are all humans, for one has a lady and man in him or her.
My April month’s Cosmic Prompt theme is: “When I cried for the first time in deep sorrow”. It is open for everyone to participate, please do. And do read the post as well, it has some valuable insights on deep reflective writing and rules for the prompt:
Following people were tagged in the prompt but it is open to all to write on:
William J Spirdione, Mon Esprit, Antonio Segovia, Michael Burg, MD (Satire Sommelier), Nevena Pascaleva, Nymph Lycan, Subhi Najar, Miriam Rachel, Patricia Timmermans, Mark Armstrong, Mustapha El Hajj, Michelle Renee Kidwell, Michelange Jean, Franco Amati, Misbah Sheikh, Michael R McNeely, Ann Christine Tabaka, David Rudder, Thomas James, Theodore McDowell, Thomas Gaudex, Thief, Sinus Kosinus, Nedelcu Alina, John Haslam, Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar, D J Hopkins, Lesley Dewar There’s always another story to tell, Mirabelle Milan, Dr. Adeboye Oluwajuyitan | The Befibrillator, My mind, Jolyn See, Annelise Lords, Mary Louisa Cappelli, MFA, JD, PhD, Ravinimbus, Gayu Chakkangal, Debra Davis, Jason Morton, Jason Edmunds, Kimberly J Fitzgerald, Dr. Fatima Imam, Nour Boustani, LGWare, The Black Lens, Shyamashree Acharya
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