“The best index to a person’s character is how he treats people who can’t do him any good, and how he treats people who can’t fight back.”
― Abigail Van Buren
It’s Day five of the Blogging University inspiration Course… well no, it’s actually Day 8 but I’m behind! For day five I had to create a block quote on my page and discuss.
I’ve chosen one from American columnist Abigail Van Buren. This quote reminded me it was anti-bullying week in the UK last week and it coincides with experiences I had over the weekend. Experiences I’ve buried deep and tried to forget were brought to the surface. It wasn’t me being bullied by this person, but a vulnerable person unable to fight back. Yet again. The poem is all over the place; but with so much going on in my life at the moment (I’m dramatic) it’s quite fitting.
I cleared out my brain. Picked out those scathing words –
ones that caused pain. Dug a hole, buried
them deep. Negativity joined the heap.
They disappeared into the ground.
Made way for fresh words – peace was found.
The dog kept digging but I shooed it away.
“This isn’t your garden to spoil,” I’d say.
I patted that dirt back down.
Pat, pat on the grass. There, there.
Yesterday the pack came around. Tore up my garden,
messed with the ground. I couldn’t stop them.
Words ripped the flower bed apart. Mayhem.
Trampled tranquillity, goaded Calm.
They welcomed fragility.
Can’t fight much longer. Anger is strong.
Frustration stands by, thinking it wrong.
Sadness lays on the flower bed.
Happiness plays dead.
There’s too much mess.
I can’t put them back underground.
Sadness refuses to move. Hello stress.
There’s too much to fix.
Those old dogs and their tricks.
Your scathing words in my head again.
Negativity joins pain.
There’s no fight left.