Bullying Scars for Life

 When I can’t sleep, I make my way down to the kitchen and I pour myself a glass of water. Sometimes I’m in a sweat, my heart pounding, and my head spinning. My nightmares are all the same, I find myself being chased down the street into an alley, surrounded by 3-4 guys who will stop at nothing to make me bleed. As I hold the glass of water with my right hand, I am reminded of the scar on my left hand; visible only when I clench my fist. That hand protected and failed me when I was taking blows to the head. I unclench it and try to relax. I transition from the nightmare to the safe place of the kitchen in my home. I open my hand and shake it out wishing the scar would disappear. Instead, it rides like a surfer on a mighty wave that falls and rises upon my heart and within my soul. Bullying leaves scars for life. Share – Support – Raise Awareness www.schoolofhardluck.com