Hold me in your quiet arms
Cradle me in your darkness
Hide me from the eyes of the world
And their judgment of this pain
I weep uncontrollably
But silently
Praying for an ending
Beyond the capability of my hands
Can I bear this burden
Or am I too weak to handle
All of this
Can I in this deep of night
Lay down all that weighs on me
Can I in this night dare to need
To cry
To be held in the confidence
Of this late hour
Dare I show the weakness I hide
Or must I continue to fake
This strength
always
I feel like I'm faking strength too. I think I know what that feels like. Sometimes I'm actually strong. But sometimes, it's a put on so I can just hang on from moment to moment.
ReplyDeletehanging on can be strength. but I'm slowly learning what I've always thought of as acting strong is at times weaker than admiting the pain
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