Writing 201: Trust
Today’s poetry assignment is to write a poem focusing on an element of trust. If feeling brave to use an acrostic form of poetry and to dabble with an internal rhyme, the description of all of this is written by the Daily Post which you will find at the bottom of this post.
Zac is the name of my eldest son
and every day for him is so glum
Caged within seems to be the name of the game
Having Tourettes makes life insane
as slowly his twelve year old heart tears with pain
Anger and resentment build up inside
Rebelling at home helps quell the emotional tide
Yearning to just get off this ride.
© Justine Nagaur
Today’s prompt has forced me to face something that I have been meaning to write about for a while now, but not had the emotional energy to do so.
My son has Tourettes and has done so for a number of years, it waxes and it wanes in severity. He doesn’t swear which is a misconception by many as only 10% of those with Tourettes do actually swear. People with Tourettes have what we call tics, these are either vocal or physical in nature, ie a noise or a movement.
Tourettes is a hereditary neurological condition. The symptons of Tourettes can ‘sometimes’ be reduced by strong medication or there are some therapies out there that have been said also to help with some sufferers.
This condition can just stop, it accelerates normally in one’s teens and generally continues. There is no ‘cure’, only aids for those suffering to try and make life easier.
Over the last three weeks a new tic developed, which involved violent head shaking. As you can imagine, doing this repeatedly causes immense pain, not only in the head, eyes but down one’s neck, back and so forth. It means you cannot walk, it makes one dizzy and sick.
As a parent it has been a living nightmare to watch my child suffer emotionally and physically and sit there unable to do anything. To see your child clutch their head in pain, crying and just wanting ‘it’ to stop.
For my son, this tic meant at first he had to have time off school, it mean’t he couldn’t ride his bike to school, it mean’t he couldn’t concentrate properly, it mean’t he had to face the usual school bullies who would have something ‘new’ to focus on.
To me, he is brave, oh so brave, to face the barrage of bullying that he has done so over the years. I am proud of him, even when he take his anger out on us because we are his ‘safe zone’, we are his area of ‘trust’.
Thank you for reading, writing this has been a little bit cathartic, Justine xx
The Daily Posts assignment description for today:
Your prompt: trust
Today’s word is trust: write a poem in which you address, reflect on, or tell a story about the feeling of trusting or being trusted by another (person, animal, object, potted plant…). Or about distrusting them (or not being trusted yourself).
Today’s form: acrostic
Acrostics at a glance:
- An acrostic is any poem in which the first (or last) letters of each line combine to spell out a word or a phrase, or follow the order of the alphabet.
Today’s (totally optional) form, the acrostic (ahc-RUS-tic), highlights the fact that poetry, at heart, is wordplay — it’s language playing tricks on your readers. Acrostics have been around for millennia: they’re a creative way to give order and convey multiple meanings at once while staying fairly subtle.
Today’s device: internal rhyme