I walk in the room
not knowing anyone
but I smile and I chat
I'm confident
now
now
and all is well
then through the crowd
I see a face
a face I knew
that knew me
how I was
how I was
back then
and I remember
and I remember
and I stop smiling
and chatting
and all is not well
and once more
I'm a child
I'm a child
and I wish I was invisible
all over again.
19 comments:
Poignant and beautifully written.
I think most of us have had flashbacks like that in some form or another and can identify with these words.
Really nice use of the prompt. :-)
It is truly a horrible feeling to be be-littled again - you communicate it so well..Jae
Yes, I can identify. Reminds me of On Golden Pond when Jane Fonda said that even though she was grown and successful everytime she returned to the pond she was a fat little girl again.
A real Ive just been run over by a steam roller moment - how hard it is sometimes for to remember we are not what we once were.
I agree with Ana. Know that feeling!
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Very good! I think all of us can relate to those moments of feeling a past humiliation...i'm doing that with my daughter in high school- it's like re-living high school moments all over! Good work!
Do you ever truly leave childhood, te past behind? Thank you for this poem.
Oooo! Not a nice experience, and
your words made it all the more poignant.
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I know that feeling way too well.
I know that feeling...felt.
eeek, I hate those times too!
i hope it got better after that!
I loved this. I've found myself doing exactly that. I used to be a rather shy girl too.
You show how our evolved butterfly selves don't wish to recall the caterpillars we once were.
Naturally we want to know more but sadly I don't think we are going to get it!
Well written. I think we all can rlate. Could have been me.
brave
it is hard to be belittled.
Beautifully written piece....at a moment on the peak and the next moment wishes to be invisible....You are super ....Deborah..
Oooh. I wish sometimes that I was invisible. Nice write. Love and Light, Sender
You captured this moment so very well. Well done.
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