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School Daze
Recently, I have been reminded of those days of yore;
I was asleep most of the time, I must have been such a bore.
Fear, insecurity, and painful shyness created an isolation;
When I think back to my school daze, I feel such a frustration.
Why did I let so many kind souls pass by me every day?
Why did I isolate myself into a corner, unable to convey?
I can stand in the light now, seeing from whence I have came;
As that shell wore during my school daze is burned in the flame.
I see your faces, my classmates, and think of your kindness;
You have welcomed me without judgment, but with blindness.
I wanted to apologize to you for my years of unresponsive glaze;
Now with open heart I stand, where once stood my school daze.
3Aug09
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