A empowering poem about a woman overcoming bullying in the workplace 

Bullying is a disease.
Those that direct it are spreading flees.
Bullies are sick. They need to fix
Don't they see they need some help
They walk around all high and swell
They are unwell and certainly do not gel. 

They are the inflicted. 
They are maybe conflicted.
They are torn and decayed within
They need to be reborn
They too need to be tortured and de cultured.

Hurting another human is inhumane
It is wrong. It is totally utterly wrong
It takes away from the world
The power of love. The power of doves
The power of friendship. The promise of oneship
It leaves the world all soiled. 

The work force needs to become strong.
It needs to take the bull by the horns
It needs to help those who are wronged
It needs to show that humanity has become reformed.

Being bullied is a mental sore
It eats away at a persons fore
It can melt away at some
It can diminish one
It can cause trauma and forlorn.

Its hard to prove sometimes
People have changeability of faces
They somehow take brisk paces
To demean one and power play

They want to stab. They carry slabs
Thy aim at the heart. At the mind
They are of a kind.
They are always unkind

The victim is a pawn on a chessboard
The aim of the horrid game is to knock him to the edge toward.
To make him stumble
To make him fumble

The reason is never known.
The mind is flown. The mind is blown
It happens so often
Until one can take no more

I know i am alone
I am weak due to this abuse
I am feeble mentally due to this abuse
No one helps me. No one cares

They have taken their dues
They have taken mine too
I thought i would receive some in lieu
But i was mistaken.
I conceived a misconception
I worked to the bone
I worked that in lone

Then when i ask for help
I am thrown into the cold
I am told i have been too bold
I am no longer part of the mould

Where do i turn where do i go
Surely a bully is one who is surly
Not me. Not me surely

A dagger has pierced me
A short stabbed has pained me

I am now dealing with a fight with the clique
Not just the wolf of the pick
I don't  want to leave my job
I don't want the blot

They ignore me.
They look through me.
They kill me before i have died

The bullying continues
The power play continues
I wait to be supported
I wait to be appeased
I am in waiting
I feel like suggesting


It doesn't happen
I get left out in the cold
I have to accept it
I have no right to contest it

I think i think i cry i try
Its the juncture i eventually sigh
Its the turn of destiny i cannot lie

So i turn my back at the epitome of cruel bullydom
I pick up my dignity and i walk towards my new kingdom

The grass is greener 
The trees are seeder
I know the flowers will bloom
I will become at one and not be at gloom 

Many would find this weak and think im in clam
But I say its better than being a sacrificial lamb
Newer pastures await me
A new horizon denotes me

I walk with my overflowing suitcase of experiences
I have learnt my lessons and seen the colours of these experiences

The rainbow contains vibrancies
I will not sit and dwell on the tortuous labyrinth crime and nuances