Surviving Bullying Poem

"Surviving Bullying" This is to the terrified Little girl, sitting on the stairs Past bedtime. Unable to take those steps Into the warm sitting room, To tell her parents About the bullying. No-one in the family Had ever mentioned it. Was she alone? Was it her fault? Was she weak? At school, Friends quickly leaving her, As the girls said 'Wait for us outside'. She never did, She just ran and ran, Sobbing, alone and humiliated. Child, I know what is was like, Scrambling up that cliff face, Without equipment, advice Or companionship. Terrified of staying still In such a hostile place. But without the energy or hope To look upwards, to the future. Child, if I could sit with you On those stairs, I'd offer you hope. I'd ask you to look at me, your future. The fear which clamped my personality For so long, has now gone. And bit by bit I have reclaimed My life. And it all started, When I finally took those few steps And walked crying into that room, To tell my parents. http://www.antibullying.net/ypcantcope.htm#