Today’s prompt is sting.
Sting, in an acrostic poem.
Singing, I was, until I suffered a
Thing as painful as a sting, that reined
In my positivity, but after some healing, I slowly grew
Neutral to
Gigantic verbal put-downs.
Poetry Monday June 9 is hosted by messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com
Wonderfully done! Sing if you want, and those who don’t like your singing don’t have to listen, just as you can ignore the sting of such comments.