A total failure was declared at eleven years old,
No return ever to the bosom of trusted friends.
Such a wilful act certain to cause embarrassment,
The family name tarnished by this disappointment.
Father declared that it was so that Saturday morning,
A thin brown envelope delivered those solemn facts.
Unqualified to proceed to roads all paved with gold,
Wednesday’s child was born into this real woefulness.
Condemned and consigned into a castaway position,
Unloved and unwanted after a closely examined truth.
Clammed silences perpetuated secondary experiences,
Unforgiving challenges layered in turmoil deep inside.
Teenage years absorbed ridicule and daily chastisements,
Damnation devoured self-belief with every sphere of life.
Sanity spoke in night time whispers offering many escapes,
Self-sufficiency and determination buoyed choices in time.
Personal success relieved and rewarded bravery in oneself,
A stronger voice evolved expressing its desire to be heard.
Verbal cruelty demanded a fatherly respect in those days,
Past years have revealed an identity of absolute fulfilment.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 19/11/2014
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘Identity.’…