
Did you ever feel
the edge of a knife
cutting into you
as someone welcomed you
to their house?
I know that feeling
As I once again go back
to my childhood memories
Growing fast
a preadolescent young boy
I was self conscious
about this obvious growth spurt
pushing me into husky size clothes
Although sweet and smiling
when spoken
the words,
“Well, you look like your pregnant!”
Had an edge I will never forget
cutting deep into my soul
Not meant to be abusive
there was no doubt
this cutting judgmental remark
drew blood
left a scar.
I am still wary of people
who smile too much
while saying something
less than welcoming.
Pain comes in many forms
The scars stay forever
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Lisa asked us to consider Edges or Fringes in our poetry. Edges give an insite that goes beyond words into the life of the poet revealing what is beyond the words. I decided to use edges as the way a persons words speak beyond what they are saying.
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