In the crowded halls of school,
A boy walks on his own,
His heart a fragile vessel,
His fear a heavy stone.
His shoulders bear a thousand words,
Sharp whispers, cruel and cold,
They call him names he doesn't claim,
A story that's not told.
For he is small, and he is slight,
And different, they all say,
His truth, a badge of courage,
In a world that turns away.
Each day, he faces mocking jeers,
Their laughter echoes loud,
They see him as a shadow,
Not a boy who stands so proud.
But in his chest, a fire burns,
A spark they cannot see,
A strength beneath his gentle frame,
To simply just be free.
They push, they shove, they call him names,
He stumbles, but he stands,
His spirit like a willow tree,
Still swaying in their hands.
He knows the world is larger
Than the torment in these walls,
And though he walks alone today,
One day, he'll heed the calls.
Of kindness, love, and open hearts,
Of those who see him clear,
A boy who's brave beyond compare,
Who lives beyond his fear.
He holds his head up high each day,
Through every taunt and shove,
For he is small but mighty,
And his heart is full of love.
In every tear he sheds at night,
In every bruise or scar,
He's writing out his story,
Of who he truly are.
And though they try to break him,
With every cruel word they fling,
He knows he is a warrior,
A boy who wears his wings.
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The Boy That Walks Alone (Poems)
شِعرThese are all poems that I have written that are very near and dear to my heart. Situations that I have struggled in, lost love, finding myself, etc. I hope you enjoy.
