As I sit and relate to the pain within my heart
The pain the world can only look onto and mock
Expecting me to be strong in my wake as I walk
Because they said a man is only strong if he can’t fall
But fall I do,not once but often
As I have found that my strength is not in how firm I stand
But is rooted in the foundations of how many times I can rise up when I slip
It is built in the warmth of my sorrows and my strong desire to do better
Better not through scrupulous means
Means so common place if you don’t then you are lost,or stupid,or naive say even weak.
Better not through the detriment of others
But better because I can rely on my imagination and the strength of the Almighty
Better because I have learnt that I am not strong because I don’t cry
But better because I have learnt
that in my tears I see better and gain strength and vision of tomorrow…..