This post is by Josie Di Sciascio-Andrews, a retired schoolteacher, an author and poet. It refers to being bullied as an adult.
Beauty
there is a place within
where beauty grows
it lives the life of potentialities
... and you could strip me down
take away all my things
insult me
call me the names you know
will hurt me most
and I will come back
maybe not here
for sure
if I can help it
but back
somewhere
like a seed
I will start again
small perhaps
but surely
like a vine
I will grasp a tiny tendril
around some post or degraded wall
and stick to it
I will go within
and search for strength
in my inner world
unlock the secret
and let it grow
up, up like a morning glory
and the flowers will overflow again
in the morning light
You can find more poetry by Josie on her site:
