Standing tall #Poetry

I’m tired.

Tired of being afraid, of being told that I cannot do this
or cannot share this.

Tired of the stalkers that creep up and over my timeline
who make it their mission to instill fear in my heart.

Tired of worrying if everything I say or anything I do can be used against me either in a conversation or a court of law.

Tired of wondering if this is the world that I’ve brought my child into;
this space of vindictive venom that doesn’t allow free expression.

And I pause.

Then I rise with the determination that this will not define me andΒ this will not limit me.


To the skeptics I say, bring on your worst;
To the stalkers I challenge, give it your best shot!

For above it all, I have the strength of my resolve
to see it through, to face the barbs and come out unscathed.
To allow my reputation to speak for me and my values to hold me true to the course I’ve charted for myself.

And I stand tall, unyielding and resilient.

The devil himself can attack and I shall stand my ground, facing him with my last breath.

11 thoughts on “Standing tall #Poetry

  1. I want to steal trolls’s time, and feed Death Eaters with trolls. πŸ˜‰

    You are too big to be beaten down by trolls, and all things negative, Shailaja. You exude such lovely vibe. And, thank you for writing this. πŸ™‚

  2. yes keep standing tall and rise above the rest. It’s their loss … they lost an opportunity to connect with a beautiful soul like you πŸ™‚

  3. Bravo, Shailaja! Don’t let those trolls bring you down. Continue speaking out and expressing yourself as you do so well.

  4. Way to go Shailaja. The problem with this devil is that it doesn’t attack from the front. It can come from anywhere. Sigh! But you’re doing pretty well handling him :-). I loved your resolve.

  5. Sometimes I feel the pain is just not worth it. Being kind is perhaps as important if not more than being right. πŸ™‚ I think I would take the route of being less vocal and saving my sanity.

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