She is weak so they say
Yes her weakness is inside
The fear of letting go or holding on
How to trust herself does the voice speak true?
She is strong…sometimes
Even she needs to cry
Her body and mind can stand-alone
Her heart and soul need someone close how to chose between the two
She can fight and die some more
Each word a knife cutting deep
Making wounds that don’t heal
Still festering over many years
She can love if she knew how
So much more to learn
Soft words
And a gentle hug
Is it enough?
She can hate it’s easy
This she was taught many years ago
How to learn something more
How to reach out and say love me
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