A Proud Peacock

An unfamiliar word in her circle
she didn’t wish for knowledge,
but her circle was not so durable.
For now, she was aware

of the bitter emotions
tailing it like a hungry stray,
the hit to self-esteem
the “did I say something?”
Loneliness puffed up
like a proud peacock.

She held awareness
in the palm of her hand

pained to know such a
two-syllable word.

Lauren Scott (c) 2021

29 thoughts on “A Proud Peacock

    • Thanks so much, dear Marina, and well said. Awareness may not feel good, but it’s better to know than to stay in the dark. That two syllable word though isn’t mentioned in the poem. I wanted to see if anyone guessed it. 🙂 Thanks for the hugs and I’m sending some to you too. 💕🥰💕🥰

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    • I’m not happy you felt these words, MW, because they don’t bring “feel good” emotions, but I am glad they resonated. I can only assume they would with many people. Awareness, like the truth, can hurt sometimes. In this case, awareness is the bottom line, but not the word whose meaning she didn’t want to learn. Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing your thoughts. Love and hugs, Lauren 💖

  2. This is such a poignant and relevant poem. Let not pretend we haven’t been lonely, but you bring out just perfectly how it feels to be alone. Beautiful and honest poem indeed.

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