Strong Woman

Rhyming lyrical poem about questioning painful experiences.

They say I'm a survivor.
That I am a fighter.
They call me fierce and strong.
Wonder how I got along.
Say that I have a voice.
In that I should rejoice.
Then why do I feel broken,
Each time those words are spoken?
Why do I feel weak, insignificant and small,
Like my spirit's shattered with a giant fall?
Why don't I see the beauty,
In this job and in my duty?
To be the voice of life,
When all I hear is strife?
Why should this be my fate?
My position to relate,
To experience this pain,
So others can feel sane?
Should I hold false hope,
And simply learn to cope,
Or extinguish all the sadness,
Embracing final blackness?

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Reviews

[Crazycatgirl_10]

I really like this. It's a great poem.

[closed]

immensely dissonant, yet poetically so,
somehow integrated in so fine a literary frame

well written


-Dream

[Cat Je]

Hi Aveira, I love your poem. It compares and contrasts power and weakness with such clarity and emotion. You choose your words carefully, even sparingly and yet conveyed your thoughts completely. Good job.

[Aveira Corbett]

Thank you for your words and for taking the time to stop in read and review.

[SheDragon16]

I loved this, this is really good.

[Aveira Corbett]

Thank you for reading, glad you enjoyed it.

[Laura Lynn]

Sometimes we want to believe what others are saying but they are just repeating what others are saying with little rhyme or reason to it. The words sound so comforting we want to believe them, but at times they can be the opposite of what we need to hear or could need to hear rather.