While I pretend to be strong,
My world falls around me.
Families fall apart
And I don't notice.
Absorbed in this false strength -
This lie to remain sane -
Everything else fades away.
Because my concentration can only focus
On one thing at a time.
As defined by my good friend Merriam-Webster, is:
"The quality or state of being strong : capacity for exertion or endurance."
Is that what I have?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Who am I to say that I'm strong?
Maybe this strength I'm assumed to have
Is nothing more than fear
In a camouflaged form.
Wow interesting write.. I really enjoyed this, I thought it was really original. I loved how you inserted the definition of strength in a way that it didnt hurt the poem.. Interesting thoughts that you have let us read here. I think you could continue with it, I got done reading and I just felt like there was more to read and there wasnt. I'm not sure if I really have any good suggestions as to what direction to take this however, I suppose just expanding on this would be the best route.