One Day The Mouse Will Roar

By forest_for_ever

Fri, 13 Nov 2015
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One Day The Mouse Will Roar

 

A frail scrap of humanity

Hears the ogre roar

Trembling in the shadows

A maelstrom of confused emotion

Rips his heart apart

 

This frail scrap of humanity

Did not ask for birth

So why do his creators

Spit and snarl with unspeakable venom?

His pain unheeded.

 

Teddy knows his grip

Not rage but begging reassurance

Is crushed to his feeble breast

An unfair contest blazes on

Sobbing surrender gives a moment’s calm

 

A scarred infant makes a solemn vow

One day…words not yet given birth

The stalking beast will tremble

This timid mouse will ROAR.

Certificate U
Poem
Suffer Not The Little Ones
Philosophy

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

This is what you spoke of of memories of your father's drinking, and its aftermath? It is very effective in its encapturing the listening youngster's distress. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

Thank you.  The mouse did roar, but not in revenge.   He vowed to help others who  were and still are in the same situations.  There is a massive plus to all my past.  It has made me the caring person I am or should I say want to be.  Just because I never rant and scream as he did, I have to be aware than any selfish actions or even non-action will affect those around me.   The learning is truly lifelong.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Those feelings of emotional torcher, that menacing danger. One day you would grow up to be a man, a mouse no more, but still suffering the scars of those memories.

I could feel your distress within each word. I hope you find the strength to feel warmth and compassion again by writing down your sufferings.

You too are very courageous.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

Thank you.  Compared to your story it's quite pale, but on the bright side I have learnt a sensitivity that my gender sometimes lacks.  Those memories are mostly filed away now, but I have been doing a little recently to support others and I realised it had to be written.  The return to my memories began about five years ago when the school I was teaching in, donated the Harvest Festival food to a local women's shelter. I also knew of an individual who was in the same position a and in my Form Group.  I had to fight back and the only way was to do positive stuff. 

Thank you once again.