Misfit (poem) by Karen C Vanderlaan on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on April 8, 2008

Sometimes oblivion is its own haven [speaking from experience]. It is easier to deal with what one knows than fight the upstream battle.

God bless you. Kathy

Reviewed by Samuel Stone

Reviewed on April 4, 2008

A well written piece, holding truths and sadness...
Sam

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on April 4, 2008

Wow This is a beautiful poem
Its sad to see teens feel this way!
Beautifully writing and expressed
Tribute to your student!
Brilliant poem...Morning Star

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on April 3, 2008

your students influence made a great poem to ponder Karen, misfit fits quite a bit of feelings when we're growing. hugs

Reviewed by KJ McPhee

Reviewed on April 3, 2008

Oh, I like it. Misfits turn out to be the most interesting people, don't they? Look what we're trying to fit into and you say, better be yourself, kid!

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on April 3, 2008

Coming of age is sometimes not what one expects. A somber introspection that drips with empathy.
Richard

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on April 1, 2008

It is sad but most of us went through this as a young child. It is very heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing Karen.

Newfie HUgs, Rose

Reviewed by Chrissy McVay

Reviewed on April 1, 2008

Very heartbreaking.

Chrissy

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on March 31, 2008

Unless we are of the sheep category, perhaps many of us are actually or constitutionally of this nature, Karen. Peer pressure and acceptance never cease to be the bane/need of the masses, yet those who can seek and find a more authentic, unique identity find blessing ultimately within it... But it's not without its pain and certainly not without much isolation along the way. I am someone who usually feels most "out of my skin" in a crowd where, to anyone observing, they would probably view me as pretty central and relaxed. Isolation is actually what I crave and my energy levels go up when I am alone. Yet I love people. Who can figure. All I know is that it is better to thine self to be true. And that how we project ourselves can be as a smoke-screen to deflect from how we truly are - shy, mostly. Thank you for this. Many of us, I'm sure, can relate wholeheartedly. Kate xx

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on March 31, 2008

Puberty is an interesting stanger he can either lead you to light and sadly for some, into the dark.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on March 31, 2008

Sad. Rings of much truth. You grabbed my soul with your verses, Karen. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 31, 2008

So very sad, Karen.

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

Very powerful writing, and I think if we all look back, ,many of us can relate to this.

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

Just another struggle of growing up
Well Penned

Love & peace
William

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

It's hard to accept ourselves sometimes when we feel we are different or don't think as others think. Takes a long time to accept oneself and conquer those old fears. Hopefully, one eventually tries again and this time doesn't shrink or go back. One then is positive, sure, outgoing, fair, firm, and friendly. It is the ideal, anyway. Good job.

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

Is this from your book? The title alone tells a tale as images are conjured up from personal memories, then the piece further enhances them...well done

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

to see through a childs eyes,, feel what they feel,, makes me sad,,, as all children should be happy.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

I felt this one deeply as I look back on my own youth and the outcast feeling I experienced myself and for some reason this write made me feel better about it.
hugs
fee

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

I've seen this happen in children of that age. So sad that sometimes we can't help them,they won't let us.Excellent write!

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

...strong write...and a tough call...the word...Misfit.
excellent Karen...
John

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

Growing up is a struggle for some.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

Sometimes the right way is the first way . . . Very well stated, Karen . . .

Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

I too am a late bloomer. I am an autumn flower, I BLOOM LATE, but my beauty is in that of the stong hued, multi petaled mum. The last reminder of beauty before the frost kills.

Bobbi

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

Powerful Karen....I can realte to this.....been very late myself...I started the month before I turned sixteen!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

Your poem is very thought producing; we are one little speck among millions. At the core of a great web, we are lucky if we can join to a single string of that web that helps us to venture outward and beyond our safe core.

Reviewed by Ted Bossis

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

as a fringe element piano guy ~ i adore this ~ evol Ted

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

Powerfully penned - sometimes where we were is better than where we find ourselves - excellent.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

I know how it feels to be a misfit; been there myself. Not a good place to be! Very powerful write, Karen; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

She must love who she is for she is special as is this poem. Thank you for Sharing. We are all misfits.