They say I am the strongest
that I can weather any storm,
be there to hold things together
while others collapse and fall.
What they do not realize
is behind closed doors
where prying eyes cannot see
is the child inside,
who does hurt,
who does bleed.
That even those who seem strong
can, in time, break,
the strength draining away
revealing the truth hidden deep.
The strongest of us have a weakness.
Even the strongest of us can fall and weep.
~ © 2013 Heidi Barnes