You presumed I missed

that malicious glint

in your eyes

the smirk

in the corner of your lips

while you were busy

in your attempt

to numb my soul

spray fears

and toll the bell so untimely.


I saw everything.

Sorry, Death.

Faith is hard to shake.

You failed

to make me your perfect victim

to wail day in and day out.

I still Stand.


I thank you

for teaching me forbearance

and opening my inner eye

to look within.



Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Bullying @ Poets United