Six Little Letters Poem by Angela Wybrow

To me, it feels a bit like a charm:
Helping to save me from imminent harm.
Around my soul, there's now a warm glow,
Which stops my spirits from falling too low.

You can laugh at me and undermine,
But there's a part of me that's feeling just fine;
You can despair in me and think me a joke,
But now I can withstand the fun that you poke.

You consider me useless and that I've no worth,
But I feel I have won my place on this Earth;
You may think that I'm dopey; a real, proper goon,
But, from your words, I feel a shade more immune.

To me, it's like the armour, worn by a knight:
In me now, there's just that little more fight.
Now that I have my armour, my shield,
With a deep sense of hope, my heart is now filled.

There's a flame which is burning deep inside,
Which is filling me up with a deep sense of pride.
You can carry on playing your futile game,
But you will never entirely extinguish my flame.

You disregard my hopes and my fears,
My thoughts and feelings, my dreams and ideas,
But it's given me the power, the power to rise,
And stand up against any negative vibes.

It may be only six little letters,
But they're making me feel just that little bit better;
Now that I'm feeling that sense of protection,
I feel that I'm heading in the right direction.

With a hint of gold, my road is now paved,
And, suddenly, I'm feeling just a little more brave.
For many a year, I felt under attack,
But now I feel ready to start fighting back.