where do
the strong women go
when they feel weak
who's arms hold them
when they can no longer do the
holding
do they cry
in the shower
scream in
the car
paste
smiles on their faces
knowing the strength they are
praised for
is more curse
than blessing
where do
the strong women go
when they feel weak
do they
reach out
or spiral deep into themselves
a nautilus
waiting on
the shore
for the wave that washes them
back to sea
This...is wonderful. You've given voice to a reality that none of us want to name.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I'm happy you're in my life.