Strength

It takes a lot of tears to cry a lake.
It takes a lot of heartbreaks to make the earthquake.
It takes a new seed to grow another and make it bloom forever.
It takes a new me to see the beauty.

All these weaknesses I have.
I did not falter.
It did not hurt anymore.
All I had needed was to open my eyes and relaxed.

After everything I have been through.
Every fight, every curse and every heartbreak.
Everything you gave was pain.
But in the end I receive pleasure. 

I didn't survived. 
I live.
And | will continue to live in the garden from the weaknesses I have.
And you?

Suffer the consequences of your abuses of power. 
Your power is your weakness.
My weakness is my power. 
My strength holds my past.

Reviews

[Chris]

good thoughts to read with morning coffee...

[TheSearcher]

thnk you. and yes it is nice to read with a morning coffee. although mine is with hot chocolate on a winter morning

[Luna Zerimar]

I admire this.

Weaknesses can build you up. I agree.

Amazing poem. x

[TheSearcher]

Thnk you for the review. I am grateful that some are reading my works

[Saddam]

Suffer the consequences of your abuses of power.
Your power is your weakness.

It is right. Your power is you weakness too so we must use our power for help the other but not for hurting them. Beautiful write there.

[TheSearcher]

Thnk you and thnk you for the time of reading and reviewing this piece.

[Saddam]

You are most welcome dear..........

[A Soap Mess Stories]

I have to agree with Jennie Baron...we only hurt ourselves when we hurt others...very thoughtful and truthful...great job

[TheSearcher]

THANK YOU. It takes alot of pain to get that pleasure

[Jennie Baron]

I especially like the first stanza and the last. You have pointed out the irony in the fact that when we mistreat others we hurt ourselves perhaps even more, and we can overcome being hurt and come back even stronger. Very perceptive. I'm pleased to have gotten the read request for this one.

[TheSearcher]

Thank you. and the irony is that i made this rebirthing(don't know if that's even a word) text. During a happy occasion. It scares me that i can see past through the words and into the eyes and limbs of a person...at the same time interests me in diving deeper.