I may be weak, but I am not brittle
My thoughts are deep, I speak not in riddle
I smile through tears you may not see
My strength comes from my soul that bleeds
Although I may seem bright and bold
Tragedy, within me unfolds
And yes I bow my head and cry
I question the values that lace my life
To focus on where I want to be
The realisation of inner peace
Is it a myth, just another dream
Or can it become a reality?
A surge of warmth, a spray of hope
Encouraging me, to never let go
Clinging to this tranquility
I begin to heal
Through His Love for me
© Tina G