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

    1. 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. 💕🥰💕🥰

      1. I was thinking something like ‘envy’ but I think the bigger picture is awareness and acknowledgement, so many two syllables could fit there 😉. Wonderful poem! 🤗😘🤗

      2. That’s not it, Marina, but I agree with your thoughts on awareness and acknowledgement. And you’re right, so many would fit. Thank you for your lovely comments. I always appreciate them. 🙂 Hugs xoxoxo

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    1. 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 💖

      1. Mother Wintermoon

        It’s okay…it lets us know we’re not alone on the challenging trek to awareness. The path to awareness can be a very lonely and arduous journey. It helps to be validated and understood. 🙏❤️🙏

    1. Awareness can hurt sometimes, but better to realize and acknowledge that unmentioned two syllable word and its meaning than to be in the dark. Thanks, John. Life isn’t always rosy. 🙂

  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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