Hateful eyes

a thought of transformation of a person who is looked down on into a person with courage.

Glaring in the darkness, from the shadows that cannot be seen. The showing of anger and rage, of the jealous people who are watching.

The tingle in my back, that feels of stalking eyes. My eyes wander to meet the ones that look at me. From the corner of my eye, I see them come out.

Scared to turn my body to face them. I stand-alone unknowingly, waiting for the ineffability of the world, to turn to dust and fly in the wind.

While the eyes creep closer and the wind blows stronger. I am ready to face the eyes that come from the darkness, to stand against the fate of hiding and being afraid. I am finally able to move, to have power, to control the outcome of my final destiny, with no hateful eyes piercing down on me… I am strong…

Reviews

[Rainbow Rider]

The personal insight is amazing. The overcoming of fear, through ones own self is well seen through your words. You have a good talent for conveying your thoughts unto the page.

[Ryan]

Wow, I've impressed by this poem. To me it feels like an extended metaphor, although I'm not quite sure about that. I love the concept, and the ending. But above everything, I love the beginning line the most, that was very poetic and beautiful. Overall, excellent job.