MY WEAKNESS & STRENGTH
No one
wants to hear the
story of how
I sewed myself back
together
after the throes of lust
nearly ravaged
me into ruin
they only want to hear that
I am “fine” when they ask how i’m doing,
but I’ve never been the type
that can hide my emotions and why should
I want to?
why is it so wrong to admit
that I feel
as deep as the earth holds her roots or as high as an
opera singer can psalm or as jaggedly as an
quaking mountain?
my strength
is my empathy, my kindness, my love,
and my caring;
I will not cut that part out of myself because it makes
some uncomfortable or insecure or vulnerable—
I will not be ashamed of feeling
because sensitivity is both a weakness and a strength.
Linda M. Crate