I never wished to be the strongest all the time.
You ever think I had other things on my mind?
The peace that I’m giving you, is a piece from me …
seldom’s left any peace for my serenity.
I wonder if you ever think this calm is new?
Pain, I’ve learned to mask, never letting you see through.
There’s turbulence here in these depths of me;
no one ever asks if I’m okay, you see.
To be the strong one is a blessing, in its own right.
At times, I’m a shell, an empty cup who’s given up the fight.
Wanting you to hold me and say what I am doing’s the right things,
you misconstrued every word, causing endless fights, it seems.
I wonder if you’ve thought I could never be alone,
and if you truly believe your heart is still my home?
This is not a reality I’d have picked for myself;
there’s no reality that shines like crystal on a shelf.
Being the strong one is not easy, you see …
the solid wall that you lean against can be.
As complex and thick as a calloused hand …
beaten, bruised; yet, you do not understand.
Though, saddened tears may run like rivers down a face …
never, they’ll be on mine — it would be out of place.
I’ll just sit here in the dark, because I need to think.
Where do us strong one’s go … do we swim, or simply sink?
Musing can often bring out true feelings underneath. Whether real or made up, this dialog in rhyme takes the reader from beginning to end with a story many may share as their own. I’m sure the ladies on the site may find this relatable…and maybe a few men to.
Always an interesting write from you, Fia.
Thank you, Tim. If someone feels something from this piece that would make me happy. appreciate the comment.
Your poems always brings some form of knowledge if one can really understand.
Thank you CasketSharpe;))
Oh….this piece is wonderful.
Being strong yet still soft enough to be loved is a tough gig.
💋
Thank you , Peter;))
hello beautiful Fia I’ve known many powerful women in my life and sometimes they would confide in me and my instinct was to want to hug that person this woman I knew it took a long time before she let me hug her…I don’t think many people got her but I loved her…sometimes it wasn’t that she wasn’t seen but her ferocity was intimidating beautiful but frightening at times so much so I thought I might be consumed by her pain I hope you have someone you don’t always have to be the strong one with hugs… Brenda 💕
Thank you, crimsin❣️
Powerfully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! I always like your musings my friend, this one has layers. Sometimes even the strongest person, needs to be held and reassured. Amazing spill. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian;))
Support Team!
Thank you, Scarlett
Yes I get this.
Strong people get overloaded with other peoples weight at times. I think whether we are strong or weak we need each other. And some times it’s alright for strong people to tell the ones that rely on them to wind their neck in.
Regards James
Thank you, Knight appreciate that;))
I so get this.
I wrote “Lost Compass” the day before this. Being raped because I jumped in someone’s arms, we dated and I never wanted him to see someone else’s rage. As women we a burden we remain silent about for decades, but they better watch themselves when they come back and claim to know us. Right girl?
You are so right, thank you ❤️
My pleasure