He was running away from his problems again,
Falling deeper and deeper into the solitary woods,
His faith was growing weaker and his hope was wearing thin,
Giving up on dreams of harmonious neighbourhoods.
Disparaging nicknames ringing out in his head,
From “Bony Baloney” to “Little Brittle Crystal”,
Tears stinging his eyes, he couldn’t see where he tread,
Stumbling over stones, he was struck down like a skittle.
Yet, at his lowest ebb,
Shone an unscathed crystal ball,
And as he took the first step,
His worth no longer seemed so small.
Just one touch and the crystal ball made his dreams come alive,
With snapshots of his future self pursuing music and dance,
He had never thought possible how well he could thrive,
When his life had always been run by pushes, shushes and can’ts.
And in these scenes of true friends and joyful memories yet to be made,
In college or onstage, the bullies were nowhere to be found,
Now, thoughts of his future no longer made him anxious or afraid,
Because he knew no one would succeed in bringing him down.
Now he’d discovered a wide world where bullies weren’t so tough,
In truth, they were weak, petty and lonesome cowards,
And the boy, like the crystal ball, was a true diamond in the rough,
With a delicate shell, but with unbreakable power.