"To the Hands that Bullied Me"

Down I fell. Forgive me please.

You hated me for being me.

A hidden tear, suppressed cry…

You kick me and I wonder why.

Next you pierce my brain with words,

Filled with hatred, quite absurd.

I curl into a ball and rock.

You spit on me; I shake in shock.

When would all this torture end?

In this world, was there one friend?

You stomp on me and others laugh,

You treat me like your lesser half.

I despair and blame myself,

As this before, I had been dealt.

My heart is surrounded with defense.

Later I would block this out… it made no sense.

But I am loved, you just don’t know.

Didn’t stick around for the whole show.

My life has taken a loving turn…

One that’s set my past a burn.

You poor soul I see you now.

Your anger was not towards me somehow.

You kick and claw, turn red quite fast.

For you were quite like me in the past.

A victim, helpless and uncontrolled.

I pray for life to make me bold.

You might think I want revenge,

I’ll pray for you; you’re lost my friend.

Maybe God will help you too.

May forever this prayer be prayed for you.

(copyright Evelyn Worthington)
(written in 2005)