Ripples

growing from tiny droplets
into huge crashing waves
long after you forgot about
the rain that birthed them

from deepest, darkest childhood
into right bloody now
when you least expect it
when you’re not prepared

they get you
throw you
right over the edge
knock you for six

you’ll have to deal
or grow some steel
and sometimes you just

break

like the wave on the shore
that grew from a tiny droplet
you had forgotten you saw.


© Sybille Sterk
Do not copy or publish this poem in any way, shape or form without my written permission.

Ripples

Sybille Sterk

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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MCN: CRUGY-W3916-FH257

This is about the way childhood affects us and how at the oddest moments, when we least expect it, certain aspects of our childhood hit us and make us vulnerable. The way we are brought up, the way we’re raised and what happens to us in childhood are influential on who we are as adults and, personally I think, that this is never more true than for women, especially emotionally, stereotypes we have grown up with will affect us in adulthood even when we have rejected them.

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