Anathema
After months of roaming
you coolly breezed in,
refreshing the stale air
a shiny, smiling face
braving the unknown
with your new beginning,
and spirit full of hope
unaware of the subtle force
possessed by clannish folk
whose opinions formed
before they were born
with past generations,
and are rarely questioned.
But, oh how their sneers
stung.. when you thought
you really didn’t care
as they held on tightly,
clutching their malice
holding it to the light
so all could examine,
those syrupy tongued,
preening jackals
feeding on the remains
of your vulnerable soul,
and I turned a blind eye..
to my endless remorse.
Wow. I love the story this paints. It’s so bitter-sweet.
(Not all prophets are accepted, not all truth is welcome…)
Thank you Dratgosy. This is a poem wrote on the fringe of a deeper subject, one I cannot relate to, yet was subject to. It is about a co-worker everyone always put down for her lifestyle, who ended her life by committing suicide. I saw how she was treated, but stayed out of her pain. She always seemed so strong, and then she was gone. I never had a clue she was at the end, and I have often wondered if it would have made a difference if we all had been more of a friend to her.
(Not all prophets are accepted, not all truth is welcome…)
where is this referenced please? I just love it.
I’ve seen simular situations and you always think that they have somebody, that someone in their lives is there for them, but you never realy know. Sad.
it’s a referance to christ in the bible {luke4:24-30} and things that have happened in my own life. it just seemed apropiate. someone who is different always raises questions in others, much like a prophet or teacher. I love your work, it always speeks to me, thanks.