Sometimes I look at my life,
and I feel like I am again
the nameless and invisible
kid in school.
The one who purposely sought out
the seat in the very back of the classroom.
Terrified of the morning roll call
because that meant having
to call attention to my presence
Growing up and then dropping out
of Sunday school upon realizing,
that politics and money could smooth over
any rough patch of road in the lives,
of the more fortunate.
Even if that meant going against the grain,
of the wooden crucifix.
Being 'perpetually insecure' means
giving up sucking your thumb
only to pick up the habit of smoking.
The fight for peace of mind begins,
as soon as the sound of the alarm clock
violently shatters a window
of the unconscious mind's
luxurious acommodations.
Lynn, I am truly captivated by your style of writing! Your diction is wonderful. You weave a beautiful piece. A most wonderful read I was hooked from the beginning! If you get a chance to read any of my work, I think you will notice more than a passing similarity in writing styles. Another lovely piece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well you are sitting at the front of the class now and calling attention to yourself and being heard. Great honest write.