There Once was a Boy

School started in Newtown, CT last week.  I couldn’t help but thinking that the tragedy that occurred in our town last December could have so easily been avoided if only someone noticed that boy, Adam.

This truth is evident for many.  Not just those who take their hatred outward, but for those who turn it inward.  Tis’ a sad situation for them, and life altering for those of us who are the victims.

I wrote this poem with this in mind.

There Once was a Boy

There once was a boy that I’d see
I saw him each day, leisurely
I’d give him a wave
And move through my day
His life meaning nothing to me

Then one day I noticed him sitting
Curled up by his locker
Clearly hurting
I knew he was “different”
So I just ignored it
Why should I care?
His life meaning nothing to me.

The next day I showed up at school
The boy was not there 
Which was new
But others had gathered
Making jokes at his locker
Saying “who cares”
That freaks out of school

I wondered where that boy could be
I snuck in to ask eagerly
All they could say was
“He went his own way.
Now go on and just leave it be.”

I felt a strange pain none could cleanse
For this boy I knew needed a friend
Had I just stopped and listened
Or walked home with him talking
He may not have chosen to leave

We all play a part in this scene
It happens each day of the week
By walking on by
With no wondering why
His visible anguish just seething

It’s hard to say why I avoided
It was easier just to ignore him
It must surely be those
Who made jokes and opposed

I merely just chose not to see.
I merely just chose not to see.

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About goplayintraffic

My Blog, which began as a mommy blog and turned into a writing website, www.write2survive.com, is the product of my years of being home with my children and trying to find ways to keep myself sane. I have always had this feeling, coming from a single mother, that I have to contribute financially and that I have to be able to take care of myself and my children. having been married, being a NYC school teacher, having four children, living in Newtown, CT and trying to find a way to get through each day with a smile has always been something I've strived for. My stories, articles and poems will do a lot of things but mostly make you feel. I think that is what is so wonderful about having the ability to write. I have been given the gift of taking my emotions and transferring them to written word. Once that is done, I can share those words with others who may feel better, maybe just for a moment, but better nonetheless having read my words. I am glad you are here and hope you will stay:)
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