The Strong One

"Life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!" ~ Charlotte Bronte

Her eyes are dried

From silent tears cried

In the dark, all alone,

Because she's always on her own.

Hair is a mess, day after day,

Not a man in the world, chooses to stay.

Smile only to hide,

What's really inside,

And no one knows to ask,

When she puts her lips to the flask,

Why she does it so much,

It seems normal to the touch.

The pressures of the world,

Are the weights on her shoulders.

She's just a scared little girl,

Looking for someone to hold her.

Sunsets get harder,

The stars seem so much further.

The bad memories just won't fade.

All the mistakes she's made

Are what makes her stronger

Than the rest.

But she can't take it any longer.

She's tired of the tests.

Being the strong woman is never what it seems.

Things aren't the same.

People that look up to her, don't know that it means

To first go through all the pain.

 

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Nater28 6 years ago

I relate to this a lot. The pressue of having to be strong all the time, and just wanting to break down. This was great


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ek ellis 6 years ago

Sometimes being strong turns into a handicap, great write


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Huey19 6 years ago from Chicago Author

Thanks so much for both of your comments. I'm glad you enjoyed this one. I will be revising it soon hopefully adding some more to it. Glad the two of you could relate! :-)

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