The pain,
The pain stabs the heart,
No strings attached,
Just world apart
The pain,
If not a weak wailing cry
It’s the pain of burden
Heavier than you can ever feel
The pain.
It leaves you shut out and aloof
But strength has no vicinity
Strength needs no whining
It is inside you,
The strength is less about the devil
and more about you
Your war is about you
About what you feel is right
About what you feel is true
The aftermath pain is always described
But strength is left to be spoken about
If the strength and support overshadow the pain
The representation can be about the truth
Rather than blaming and stigmas
