Sometimes I think strength is misconstrued
Some ascribe it to one’s attitude
Some would say get over it
Others would say, take time…heal
I battle inside
Wondering what strength is
They say ‘you’ve already conquered’
‘you’ve made it through,’ they say
“The battle is already won”
But it’s not because, for me,
The battle’s just begun
The repercussions of a supposed win
Eat me alive, from within
So which way does one go?
Eaten alive, just to survive?
Appease the ones who’ve “been through worse?”
Apply salve to the wounds
Through the need to cry, heal, move forward?
Go to work, get a job, be productive?
Sit alone, cry and be self-destructive?
Nobody knows, but many think they do.
Walk in others' shoes.
Truth is nobody knows strength
Only their own strength
their perceptions of others' strengths
Nobody really knows.
