Carry Me Away With the Wind

Over the weekend, I thought a lot about the awful atrocities associated with bullying.  This is a subject which always leaves me with a broken heart.  Some of you may already know from reading previous blog posts that I was severely bullied in junior and upper high school.  It lasted until the middle of my freshman year after I was befriended by someone who changed my high school experience around for the better.

Although my situation turned around, there are still so many children out there who are beaten mentally and physically by bullies.  I decided to write a poem in dedication to those kids who are struggling to find their light and keep it shining from within forever. 

 

So without further adieu, here is my poem.  Mind you; this is far from its final version and probably needs a ton of edits. 

Carry Me Away With the Wind

                                
It is mid-morning and I am still dreaming

Of a prairie; grass tickling my face.

The sun is beaming down on my dog and me

And I fear I will soon leave this warm place.

 

The wind whispers calm, light words

Providing peaceful solace to hopeful ears.

They yearn for the expressions in my own world

To stop agonizing me with hatred and tears.

 

The sun’s decadence descends upon us now,

And soon, this bliss will end.

I crave to always hear soft whispers from the wind

After I make my one and final ascend.

 

They make fun of the clothes and sneakers

My mother works three jobs for.

They say I am a poor and ugly loser…

Their words drag my heart straight to the floor.

 

No one really talks to me in school,

Making me feel shunned and utterly alone.

And when people do have something to say,

I'm forced against walls battling their stones.

 

Facebook makes everything worse

While bullies post my heartache on their pages.

No matter where I go, I can’t escape these atrocities…

Becoming less of a person; no longer courageous.

 

I strive to be the best I can;

Achieving A’s and B’s in all of my classes.

I want to be a renowned doctor when I grow up

And travel the world to help the masses.

 

But the comfort I seek

Is found here, lost and laying in dreams.

They can’t hurt me until I awake…

I wish to linger longer in the sun’s brilliant beams.

 

Rays of light burst out

And reflect off of my tired soul.

They create such a colorful masterpiece;

Forming acceptance and admiration I long to hold.

 

 

 

I walk down towards a shimmering lake;

 

Ripples with crystals and reflections of blue skies.

 

I kneel down and take a look at my manifestation;

 

Only to reveal my mother's gentle eyes.

 

 

 

I fear what this loss will do to her,

 

But the pain I endure is far too deep.

 

I hope she will be able to move on

 

Because my body craves for an eternity of sleep.

 

Lord, will You accept me into Heaven,

Even after I have forsaken the life You gave to me?

My existence here on Earth is too unbearable,

And You are the only One Who will see…

 

See me and love me for all that I am

Because when I wake up, I am nothing.

Tomorrow, I will climb up that bridge and jump…

Finding myself in Heaven; becoming something.

 

The wind carries me back to my bed;

Gentle and slow as I wake from this peace.

I will hug my mother and kiss her goodbye today,

Only to let her go; my one and final release.

 

After dinner, I walk towards the bridge.

Butterflies filled with fear form in my stomach.

Then I close my eyes and dream of tranquility

Before I look up and make one final plummet.

 

The wind begins to pick up,

And soft words are carried from afar.

For a moment, I think I am dreaming.

I open my eyes and notice an iridescent star.

 

 It stands out among the rest

In the vastly painted, black sky.

Then a voice in the breeze calms my soul,

And I slowly begin to cry.

 

“You are uniquely crafted,” the voice says.

“Like that one star in the sky.

Please step back from the ledge,

And do not give the world your last goodbye.”

 

I suddenly step back

And glance over towards the wind.

Could this be an angel

Or perhaps someone buried deep within?

 

“You are destined to be great,” the voice continues,

“And each and every human plays a part.

Life is too precious of a gift from God

To have others make you think you are not smart.”

 

“Bullies may bring you down

And steer you away from your dreams.

But you are stronger than they are

And more incandescent than any sun’s beams.”

 

“When they make fun of you,

Simply think to yourself and walk away.

Imagine the doctor and father

You are destined to be someday.”

 

“You will always make friends

No matter where you go in time.

This is just the beginning

So don’t give up on the climb.”

 

The voice slowly disintegrated

As I gazed up at the same radiant star.

It was still shining impeccably;

I knew it would always guide me from afar.

 

I took the long way home

And gathered up all of my thoughts.

When I arrived, I ran toward my mother

And hugged her with all of my heart.

 

She asked me where I had been that evening,

And why I was holding her so tight.

I whispered in her ear, “I love you, Mom…

Thank you for giving me such a luminous life.”

 

 

 

 

Do you like to read or write poetry?  How do you feel about bullying?  Have you or anyone you know ever been bullied?