I was born with tender eyes
That strained to see the blackboard
and a voice box that never ran smooth
‘Take your time’ teacher said
But I was always out of breath
When it was my turn to recite

I grew tall
too quickly
Almost as quick as my inferiority.
No amount of sloping and flat shoes
Could hide
my head above the parapet
Until
one day
I called the naked Emperor out
I caught the flash of the kingfisher
Fish in mouth
My eyes -clear and focused
On the next breath
I began my recitation
I looked down
At my slack jawed tormentors
My own words pouring forth and
Standing in front of them
I could see for miles and miles.

Poem from Kieran Coogan

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Join us in September 2024 for a series on Unravelling Shame – In this period between Lughnasadh and Samhain as we move from the light towards the darker half of the year, we invite you to join us to shine the light together into the darkness of the shame that we each carry.

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