poem: strong

I want so much to be strong

To stand, to fight until the dawn

Then night draws in

I’m tired

Of holding on

 

I want to keep my head

Above the water

Trying, ever trying not to sink

Within the swirling current

Shaken by the waves

 

I guess that every woman

Has a weakness

Whether me or you

It doesn’t seem to matter

 

I wish this world would learn

That falling doesn’t mean you’re dying

And that failing

Doesn’t mean we haven’t

Given all in trying

 

Why tell us weak is opposite to strong

When weakness lives to strengthen after all?

 

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