The Bully

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He waits impatiently on the corner
for the school bus to arrive
Once on, he sits quietly in the front seat
the one behind the driver
His only solace between the now and
the final destination

The bus stops
and the children run forward
anxious to catch up with their friends
He is the last one off
trembling as he makes his way down the steps
Nothing to shield him from the harsh words
he knows await him through the doors

They call him names, and pull at his clothing
they harass and tease, they torment and hound
while others look on, and laugh and point
and do nothing to stop this persecution

He will not report this to his teachers
for fear of retaliation
He cannot tell his parents
they do not understand it is not a phase
instead, he hides it within

Until the rage builds
and his only option is vengeance
And when he fights back and claims his place
he then becomes the bully.

Tell your children it’s okay to tell a teacher, a parent, a friend, if someone is harassing them or even one of their classmates.  Then take a stand for your own child.  As a mother of a bullied child, I can tell you there is no greater pain.  Don’t sit back and let it go…make a difference.  For more information on stopping bullying, visit http://www.stopbullying.gov/

©2014 Dorinda Duclos  All Rights Reserved

Imagination

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path-736002_960_720aA light down a darkened path
beckons me to follow
As I approach
it flickers
making me stop, wait

Again it calls
I continue forward
not knowing what lies beyond
the blackness that settles around me

A light so bright, yet not
I cannot see past it
My eyes play tricks
seeing only what my mind allows
Fantasy settles in

It lures me
and I walk, following
unaware that I am pursuing
My darkest dreams
my biggest fears

I turn around, afraid
and find nothing
but the darkness in which I began
Yet sounds and shadows engulf me
in a sensory overload

And I freeze, unable to comprehend
all that is there
and not
Only to realize my existence
in my own imagination


©2014 Dorinda Duclos  All Rights Reserved

You Look Fine

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girl-worried-1215261_960_720You will never see
the silent pain, or the broken souls
who question why
Or how or what
they did to deserve this
enormous disruption of their lives.

Independency taken
away in the blink of an eye
and never an understanding
It becomes a constant battle
to make those around them perceive
the reality.

The glares of the accusing
unaware, of the horror within
the courageous body before them
They poke and tease
with disbeliefs and “you look fine”s
without an inkling or thought
as to what they suggest.

But the strong do not give up, do not stop
the fight against a villain
who showed unwelcomed one day
They struggle and confront the world
that looks upon them unsure, skeptical
Uncertain

They are brave and fierce people
who will not let this malady define them
who will not let the constant depression
sadden the brightest days
Who choose, instead, to be an inspiration
to others who fight a similar battle
with compassion, caring…hope

Dedicated to those who fight a silent battle, whatever it may be.  God bless all of you.

©2014 Dorinda Duclos  All Rights Reserved

And Bingo Was Their Name-O

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Don’t let the title deceive you.  This story is about much more than a card full of numbers…

You’re stuck at home, bored to tears, trying to figure out what to do with your time.  You could read a book, watch TV, but that doesn’t really appease the desire to interact with others.  Sure, you can talk to your family but that isn’t always very exciting.  Plus you see them every day anyway.  You consider going out but the flu keeps you tethered close to home.  Your brain hurts from trying to think of other ways to talk to someone, anyone.  And then it hits you.  Online games!  Surely there must be someone out there who shares your same melancholy.  Why not find out.

I was recently in this exact position.  Stuck at home with what I thought at the time was the flu.  Turns out it was a bit more complicated than that, but that’s another story.  The days had started to blend together and I knew I needed to do something.  I am a people person.  More specifically, I like to people watch.  No I don’t stalk.  I just like to watch how people interact with the world around them.  Of course I couldn’t go to the mall or the park so I had to find another way.  And I did.  An online gaming site.  I figured I could people watch in a different way.

I decided to check out a bingo game.  OK I confess, I’m a Bingo junkie.  I created an account for free, made an avatar, and off I went on my search for interesting people.  This is what I found. There are five specific types of individuals who play these online bingo games.  You have the polite people who will congratulate you for getting the first bingo, you have the ones who thank you for, in this particular game, throwing a wild, you have the snarky ones who say “Well you’re welcome anyway” when no one says thank you , and you have the whiners, the ones who complain they didn’t get any wilds and how awful everyone in the room is.

The fifth group of people is the one that fascinated me the most.  Made up of men and women, equally, they didn’t care who they chatted with as long as there was someone willing to listen.  They didn’t hesitate to reveal where they lived, their marital status or lack thereof, and any family illnesses they were currently dealing with.  Most others in the room were pleasant while chatting with them, offering “I’m so sorry” and “hang in there”.  Me?  I kept quiet.  Yep, can you believe it?  I said nothing.  I just observed because more than anything, they intrigued me.

This group had me thinking about just how many lonely people there really must be in this world.  It has to be so painful to have no one to talk to or no one who will listen.  It made me realize how truly blessed I am, that I have my husband and kids by my side as I struggle to make my body work right again.  They have no one to comfort them in their time of sorrow or need and so they turn to complete strangers for their solace.  And it breaks my heart.  I have always been one to smile at someone without cause, to offer a hand because that was the way I was raised, and because it’s the right thing to do.  Always help others in need.  How about you?  Try this; the next time you see a mom trying to open a door while juggling a child and a stroller, or an elderly person whose walk may not be as quick as you’d prefer, stop for a minute and realize that they, too, may have no one to help them.  Show compassion for your fellow man.  Hold the door, slow your pace, and remember to smile….

It may be the only interaction they have all day and can, so easily, make a difference in that person’s life. Bingo.

©2014 Dorinda Duclos  All Rights Reserved

Falling

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Falling
Grasping at nothing
Tumbling downward
Closer to the bottom
No ground in sight

Falling
As you take that final step
Shaken as you realize
You are descending
Into nothingness

Falling
Falling
And you awaken
Heart racing
Body drenched
Relentless moments
The torment of a dream

©2014 Dorinda Duclos  All Rights Reserved