Image: Viki Kollerová
I am sick of all this
The denial, the refusal,
Reality stares you in the face
Yet you cannot accept
What is plain to all around you!
I am striving to create a better you
Make you see the potential you have
The opportunity that lies in front
You must reflect, ponder the possibilities
Like the nose upon your face.
In a quiet corner the boy sat writing
Trying to make sense of the boy he was
Obviously there were flaws and faults
He was told so often about them
The niggardly little things that drove her crazy
Sent her into hours of diatribe
Pointing out in minute detail the error of his ways.
So often told, he started to believe
His worthlessness apparent
Like the nose upon his face.
He began to see that he was like Sisyphus
Forever to repeat and repeat over
The more he tried, the worse it got
Until one day a slapping awaken him.
He was who he was, just a boy
As confused as the next one
Wanting to be loved, wanting to love
Introspection he decided stopped him
Seeing the world for what it was
Like the nose upon his face.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/05/31/photo-challenge-115/
Morpethroad 
interesting interpretation of the image – I like how you’ve used the repetition to great effect – and how the story cycles and cycles in and on itself, reminds me of the posed body in the image – and then the sudden snapping, the breaking of the twigs. Delight to read Michael 🙂
Thank you Pat I found this image very challenging.
it is a very challenging image! but I think you’ve worked it very well 🙂
Thanks.
Boy, we overlook that nose so often, don’t we? “So often told, he started to believe” Well, no more!!!
Exactly Debi, thanks for stopping by.
“Michael”, she said with soft smile “a kt write (kt = Kleenex-time). There are good feeling cries and bad hurtful cries. This is a good cry. I much prefer those. But life has/is the good and the hurtful.”
I think I may have to buy shares in Kleenex thanks for stopping by…
You could buy shares, or I could not use so many, thus saving trees every where. I once was very good at not crying — my strict training has been failing apart lately.
That’s the problem with ageing, we can’t run like we used to…except of course our noses…lol
Glad he woke up. Seems like the help he was getting was terrible advice.