School Reunion

After my previous post, last month, I was inspired to write a poem. I think my August blog and this poem, below, vindicate any people who don’t feel like forgiveness. We all have a right to decide, and for me, true remorse would be the only way I’d forgive. Otherwise, I won’t. But I don’t spend my life thinking about the toxic people I’ve encountered. I moved on.

School Reunion

 

You were my nightmare back in school,

your clique of friends thought you were cool;

so pretty, funny, blond and tall

and I was not like that at all.

When you appeared I’d always freeze,

agree with all you said, to please,

because I knew if I did not

you’d think up yet another plot

to catch me on my way to class.

You’d bar my way, not let me pass.

For way back then I was that child

who you pulled down, demeaned, reviled;

you left me lonely, hurt and cold

for wearing clothes that were too old.

 

But…

 

As I stand now in this large hall,

I’m not the girl that you recall.

 

I chat, catch up, with Mrs Gold,

a caring teacher, now so old—

about to move in with her son.

Remembering me, the time I won

a rosette for The Best in Sport,

she tells me now, she always thought

I had an inner strength of heart.

We smile and hug, and then depart.

Now here comes Sue, my only friend,

she stuck with me until the end.

We wrote awhile, and then lost touch

but now we hug and talk so much

about her kids, her husband Joe

and of my work as tennis pro.

 

And…

 

Although I see you by the wall,

I’m not the girl that you recall.

 

I glance, then lock my eyes on you,

not shrinking like I used to do

then with disgust I turn my back

for never again will you attack

my sense of self, my clothes, my face

that old hurt’s gone without a trace.

So, party’s done and I retrieve

my shawl, I’m ready now to leave.

I turn and whoops, you’re standing here

to collect your coat, you stop and sneer

then shrug, fake-smile, and act so mild.

‘I was mean, but just a child.’

Don’t come at me with that false grin.

As flaky now as you were then,

and yes, I know you were a kid

but still you knew just what you did.

 

So…

 

I don’t forgive you, not at all,

I’m not the girl that you recall.