It’s the strongest
who hurt the deepest
with wounds unseen.
It’s the highest
who fall hardest
from pedestals.
It’s the beauties
who are ugliest
on the inside.
Those we admire
are more broken
than we can see.
Dry your eyes now,
stand tall for me.
You are stronger,
more beautiful,
here with me now.
You are smarter
For being here
at rock bottom.
~1-3-2012~
A strong and beautiful poem. Good to have someone to help us. I like the ending. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Thanks, and you’re very welcome!
I started writing it last night. Normally I write to someone, but I don’t know who this one is to, so hopefully it will be helpful for everyone.