L. B. Mek

Never too late, to reflect

dear Bully,

 

can you hear me, will you let me near

without snarling or barking fear

 

have the years been kind or is bitter reverie, your last remaining friend

do you still grab and throttle, those you thought: you could not befriend 

 

do you now see that same goading menace, in other’s 

dare you recognise true darkness, before it gathers

 

when that Moon blinks judgement through your window

do you run to hide, in your mind’s meadow 

 

can you allow a weakling’s touch to untangle - that twisted rage

will you let gentle fingers guide - you back, from that lonely ledge 

 

have you ever tried to forgive, that horror reflection

dare you ask forgiveness, of those you subjected: to devastating affliction 

 

do you remember why

will you allow someone, to try

 

if, you’ve reached this far

and feel tremors in your splintering dam

reach out - try and flow, with this mellow tempo

grab that hand, that waits

to help you through those jagged paths: within regret…

 

 

© L. B. Mek 

June 2020

Comments9

  • Robert Haigh

    Some bullies remain bullies all their lives. Many of them end up in business or politics! Still, I'm sure some of them can be redeemed. Never too late, as you say.

    • L. B. Mek

      these words derive from that common quip 'easier to be said than done', so here I tried to word the hardest thing we can do as human's: show empathy to that monstrosity that facilitated the devastation in our lives, to what end - I'm not sure, but at least here within these few words we tried to show the most humane of morality's values...
      thanks for your considered comment Robert, I agree with you completely

    • dusk arising

      Why was i thinking about Trump as i read this?

      • L. B. Mek

        maybe cause his face is plastered all over our TV screens as some pantomime 'baddy' and we've been mind-warped to chant boo's at his mere appearance,
        then 'they' feed us another old entitled fella whose most commendable aspect, is the mere fact: that he's 'not Trump' and wait for us to cheer like a live studio crowd in a sitcom (laughing as que card's: 'demand'),
        meantime democracy's real 'producer's' start auditioning 'act's' for that blockbuster production we are treated to every few years, with vote cards as our entry fee's and 'their' strangle-hold on this worlds FUBAR status-quo : as generationally bequeathed windfalls...
        (forgive me, politics triggers me)
        thanks for the support Dusk, although I doubt Trump would find my write as anything other than weak willed idealism - draped in empathetic words of spineless loser's,
        since, he's all about that simple life: of 'born' winner's...

        • dusk arising

          Politics apart.... i saw a bully.

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        • orchidee

          A fine write LB.

          • L. B. Mek

            thanks my friend

          • Neville


            Bullies rarely change .. they might not be so active ... the reasons for this might be as individual as the bullies themselves .... an excellent and much needed plea......... well writ......................

            • L. B. Mek

              'reasons for this might be as individual as the bullies themselves' insightful words, my considerate friend - something to ponder over

            • Poetic Dan

              Wow.... Absorbed every word! Fantastic flow from the soul!

              • L. B. Mek

                lol, thank you, glad you could relate we humanist's are a dwindling breed I find

              • Fay Slimm.

                This is surely the best letter that could be written to a goading bully - hoping its gentle but honest appeal will teach a few lessons - a fine piece of appeal my friend.

                • L. B. Mek

                  'gentle but honest appeal' so glad you mentioned this points, these words came from a very calm and centred frame of mind, thank you Fay

                • Michael Edwards

                  I was never bullied at school but we did have a bully in my year. He died quite young - natural retribution. Super read.

                  • L. B. Mek

                    well now, retribution and school bullies weren't exactly what I had in mind, but hey if that's what you read: it must be what I wrote, something for me to consider, thanks Michael

                    • Michael Edwards

                      It was my mind - your poem set if off wandering to the only bullying experiences I ever - err well - experienced.

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Like Michael I was never bullied at school but there was one boy there with a reputation for being a bully. Some years later he was working as a driver in the company where I too was working as an inspector, he had become one of the nicest and funniest people I knew. They can change.

                      Andy

                      • L. B. Mek

                        well now that's a first Andy, glad to know unicorn's exist, lol
                        but in all seriousness, we all start our path in life equipped with the same basic essentials, so when we can create character's as diverse as Gandhi and Hitler from one generation, co-existing in the same era: one oppressing with brutal disregard for humanity and finding defeat,
                        while the other fighting oppression wit just words and peaceful protest and finding victory,
                        we must continue to believe, that good will prevail - eventually...
                        thanks for the Great comment my friend!

                      • RDS

                        A great poem with deep reflections L. B. Yes a bully is fragile and sensitive. Commanding space because they fear the voices and conversations that might be heard. "within regret..." at the end leaves me wondering the many regrets wrapped in the situation you've illustrated here. Thanks.
                        J

                        • L. B. Mek

                          I think I was trying empathise or rather imagine, that moment of realisation when our cruel act's can't be ignored and we bare witness to the pain we've caused...
                          thanks for the support and encouragement, glad you could connect with the sentiment's of my scribble



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