
As the sun is shining
High in the sky
Dreamy blue
White patches moving
Accross infinity
Between branches and leaves
You can find
Happy faces bathing in the sunlight
As the sun is shining
High in the sky
Dreamy blue
White patches moving
Accross infinity
Between branches and leaves
You can find
Happy faces bathing in the sunlight
Broken glasses
Shattering pieces of a dream
Your heart pounding fast
The shivers of his cries
Motherhood makes you vulnerable
You wish you could dive
Into a place
Where guilt will leave you in peace
But it’s guilt that will allow you
To overcome the darkness
Of your deepest weakness
Mixing night and day, not
Knowing which light is the real
One, day off
Pondering your choices
You can’t stay, but
You can’t leave
Not with a plan, and
If the shadows find you
You will be, one
Amongst them
A lost soul in a living nightmare
How it started?
I don’t know. It just happened. After the holidays. Second year of primary school. It started.
And then it was the same deal for the next four years.
Some teachers were trying, not that hard, to stop it. Others would join in the mess. Yes. It’s hard to imagine, isn’t it?
People in general would say “they’re just kids”.
Easy.
And then, we (society) started talking about bullying. We realized it was dangerous. We put things and actions in place to help the bullied one and the bulliy. At least, we did something.
I experienced it a bit in secondary school too, till the day I stood up for myself. It was the end of it. Just like that. It happened. I could breath again without wondering what blow would come next. And from where.
Obviously, I don’t wish anybody to experience any of this. But bullying still happens. It’s a threat. It does even kill young kids nowadays. It’s tough to realize that nothing really change in 32 years. Maybe more. It’s tough to see that it even start in preschool…
Do you or your kids experienced it? How did you manage. Did you get help / support? Or were you on your own to deal with it?
There is a difference between
Watching and seeing
Eyes and heart must be open
To grasp the beauty of the world
There will come a time
When
Whatever the road you chose
You will know
You are
Where you ought to be
Leaves dancing in the trees
Will remind you
Of a long-time dream buried
In the shadows
Of childhood memories
The opalescent stars
Carrying the names of lost ones
Will guide your steps
From a place of fear
To a place of love
You will know
There is nothing to lose
In this life
As nothing belongs to you
You can only be
And when you are
In this state of being
You are carrying the world
In a seashell made
Of gold and grace