I would let it out in a sigh.
Breathing out the phrase: I'm fine!
I would easily put up a smile,
And pretend everything is alright.

I would dodge the reminders,
Of the fact that I'm hurting inside.
I would effortlessly avoid,
Confronting the torment that attacks.

I would ignore the pricking,
Of the sharp blades that knocked,
On the door of my wound mercilessly.
I would snub the dripping blood.

What I could not feign,
Was conquering and overcoming.
Defeating my predators at bay,
Standing my feet as a fearless prey.

Saline water won't taste sweeter,
No matter how much we sugarcoated it.
It would be smarter to not be bothered,
And accept the internal pains that passed by.

I sometimes wondered in my slumber,
If the strong did not possess strength,
Nor the weak, given weakness,
Is there a fall or rise in our humanity?

I saw the answer while in my search,
I found that what had really mattered,
Was not the agility or frail one has,
But rather, the tranquility in one's heart.

That tranquility did not reside,
In the power of one's might,
But in the acceptance of one's being,
And embracing of one's blessings.

I found found with my lamp and light beaming,
That the true peace I yearn, was within.

© dh_irah