weak

weak

A Poem by icaros13
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I come from strong stock.
The sort of people who give
more for those they love
than they take for themselves.

Never have I seen my family
cry, simply because they were sleepy
(unless they were infants).
Or be totally wiped out by sitting all day.

It is my experience that adult life
Is a series of things we don't feel like doing.
Sometimes, you have to hitch up your balls,
Suck it up, and just walk.

Learn the difference in being empathic and empathetic.
The latter is superior to the former,
although it doesn't make way for as many excuses to weep.
Steel yourself, my love. Life is not always about feeling good.

© 2016 icaros13


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My family is just like that too, crying is a weakness and you never do it in front of someone if you can help it...eternities would pass before you could get home alone to let it loose...but crying = cleansing and it is what helps us to heal, i've learned that tears will come quicker and faster the harder you try to hold them back or hide them. tears of sorrow are often unstoppable.

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My family is just like that too, crying is a weakness and you never do it in front of someone if you can help it...eternities would pass before you could get home alone to let it loose...but crying = cleansing and it is what helps us to heal, i've learned that tears will come quicker and faster the harder you try to hold them back or hide them. tears of sorrow are often unstoppable.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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a good reminder for us all, and especially those in relationship. Well done!

Posted 7 Years Ago



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icaros13

Kansas, OK



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For we have thought the larger thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devil's tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day. ..I do love.. more..

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A Poem by icaros13