Bullied
There was a time when fear filled each hour of every day and night;
facing the rage in your dark mind, sinking into infancy.
Day after gruelling day
waiting for the damning word or murderous look
eventually craving their certainty.
Someone applies to take my place
"You won't be bored" I say, deceitfully.
But paths of dread are etched so deep there is no instant liberty,
for months I am on guard in case you pass me in the street
each hour your shadow judges me.
Chrissie Williams, March 2004