Beautiful Being

I hold my head high walking down

the road, and stand tall shopping in town,

in midst of crowds, on the scale and bare

before the mirror,  and even in the glare

of others my spine remains tight,

my stride sturdy-in tune, and light

giving not a clue my heart is cracking

under the strain of their clacking,

whispers and harsh words thrown

with the speedball of hatred making me frown,

my tears seem endless until doubt

devours my confidence leaving me worn-out;

stop I cry, there is a beautiful being

under the layers and heft you are not seeing.

In response to the prompt, WhyCry 100 Words on Saturday, sponsored by Corinne @ Everyday Gyaan

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30 thoughts on “Beautiful Being

    • Barbara, you could’t be ore right. While I don’t want to go back to this moment of so long ago, I am glad for it, because it’s something I can write about.

  1. Oh how many memories these words bring back, and the remembrance of walking tall while shaking inside, refusing to give in, to let them know that they had got me down……still these things leave their mark. Wonderful words Brenda. xxx
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  2. Sweet Brenda, I love everything you write. The depth of feeling you put into your work is a gift you’ve mastered well. You combine a few whispered words, yet paint an entire story. Never forget how truly beautiful you are! xo

  3. Brenda, Wonderful and very empowering. Good timing, too. My daughter, who’s away at college just broke up with her boyfriend, and I was on the phone with her trying to soothe away her tears. It’s always heartbreak when this happens. Sigh.
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    • Monica – I feel your moment. I was just there myself with my girl. I think the ‘poem’ speak to each us differently. I wrote it from a place I haven’t been in a long time, but it’s a feeling that lives on within each us, but has different meanings. I wish your daughter a quick recovery.

  4. A beautiful being, indeed. Sad but honest, and yet still courageously hanging on despite the worn-out, devoured confidence. We are all a little like that sometimes, aren’t we?

    “my heart is cracking under the strain of their clacking” is my favourite part.
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  5. Brenda, I have said this many, many times but it bears repeating–you are a true poet. Your poetry is simply amazing! It moves me. It inspires me. It allows me to connect with what you are feeling which is oftentimes the same thing I’m feeling. It makes me aware of our humanity and all that it entails. Lovely, lovely piece! :)

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