Some people say that patience is a virtue, but I believe strength trumps everything.
I am a very strong person, mentally, emotionally, if not physically. Its my most redeeming characteristic.
Unfortunately people recognise my strength and draw on it for themselves, they envy it. Some have even tried to break me or manipulate me, to abuse, to hurt, and to scar.
I always have strength in my beliefs, my ideals, my principles and morals. Some may say i'm stubborn or pig headed, or even close minded, but i'm not. I just feel strongly about some things. That's a strength too.
Being strong is often lonely, people can resent you or not know how to react if you do break down.
Personally, I do not do that much, though I am more private in my behaviours.I take my hurts, small and large and enormous, and ingest them. I squash them into a tiny ball deep down, and deal with them alone, quietly and privately.
Sometimes I don't want to be the strong one anymore. Sometimes I want someone else to nuture, to pick up the pieces, to kiss it all better and scare the boogeyman away.
Maybe one day I will find that person.
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