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