Being strong wa…
Being strong was always one of my my best assets,
but these days, it is not contributing to my well-being.
It takes my pain and binds it into a a ball,
much like wet clay,
and molds it into my insides,
creating an emptiness where the pain should be.
The ball of clay forever lies inside me,
collecting more and more blood to weigh it down.
What I want is to squeeze it
and replace it with the power of peace and forgiveness.
I no longer want to fill it with more and more weight.
I want to release it.
I want to say good riddance.
I want to know it’s not me,
now I know it’s not.
Copyright Kerrious 2014 with all rights reserved.
(written in 2009)