Friday, April 26, 2013

Wallflower

Flitting
between alternate universes
of my creation

Weaving
threads of fantasy
into my reality

Living
on my own planet
where words are magic

Do not save me from

Facing
the sneered nicknames
of their own creation

Wincing
as I get expelled
from their reality

Learning
that I live in a planet
where words can wound

And I wonder
why they forget

Walls have ears
and so do wallflowers.


12 comments:

  1. Indeed, why do we forget that words can wound?
    A beautifully written poem. Thank you for sharing your talent.

    Silvia @ Silvia Writes

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    1. Thank you for taking time to appreciate it.

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  2. This is so beautiful especially the ending.

    Is it inspired by 'Perks of being a Wall-flower'? That's one of my favourite novels.

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    1. I haven't read Perks yet, but its title introduced me to the word 'wallflower' first... so I guess my answer is yes.

      I'm glad you loved it :)

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  3. I was thinking of the book as I read it. I especially love the last line of your poem. Thanks for writing it and reminding people of both sides (:

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    1. The last two lines were the first ones I wrote, actually. Worked backwards with this poem. And they're my favourites as well.

      Thank you for reading :)

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  4. Such a beautiful, lovely poem.

    #atozchallenge, Kristen's blog: kristenhead.blogspot.com

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