There George Hodan
George Hodan

Over there, behind that oak tree

All alone that’s where I’ll be

Hiding from the bullies’ stares

Feeling like no one really cares

Trembling from a gripping fear

The coast for me won’t ever be clear

Thoughts of leaving fill my head

Wishing I could have just stayed in bed

The grown ups don’t hear my plea

One answer left and that is to flee

Where does a child go, when there is no where?


© Carol Campbell 2016

Option two: Write a poem on the theme of your old school days

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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9 thoughts on “There”

  1. Oh my inside themselves I know this one! But I’m happy to say all of that is healed but wow do I know this feeling! ❤ Sending hugs and love out to those who feel this way! My heart is tender toward this very much so!

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