HOW CAN I BE STRONG?

The thoughts of you is the air that I breathe,

For each second of each minute and of each hour and each day,

I think of you like it was yesterday,

The flames of separation engulfing my very soul,

It folds,

8 years am still not bold,

“Be strong” I have always been told,

But how can I be?,

When regret is my best friend,

When pain is my middle name,

“How can i be?”

When loneliness is my shadow,

And grief seeps to my marrow,

 

“How can I be?”

When shedding tears is a hobby,

When stinking memories is a story,

How can i be?

 How?

      How?

            Somebody answer me!

 

Reviews

[Colette]

Most of us are perpetually asking "Why?" Here you give life a twist and ask "How?" I'm moved by this piece. Forget why. I wanna know How too!

[None]

I wish I had the answers to your beautifully emotional poem, but I do not. I'm trying to get over things myself here. I will say that through the pain we grow and build character. We do get stronger, in ways that are not tangible. We are able to write about our feelings, which helps tremendously...and we have friends here who can't ease our pain but can feel it through poems and writing. Our wounds are soothed in a small way.
Your poem is a fresh way to explain the pain and your poem is well written!

[Jane Doe]

'When loneliness is my shadow,

And grief seeps to my marrow'

This is a great poem, but I especially liked those lines.