Strong AgainA Poem by Olive Belikov
We sit in a circle
Sharing our deepest secrets. These are my friends, my true friends. The ones I can tell anything to, And go to sleep knowing They'll never speak of it again. We go around sharing pieces of ourselves. Letting our walls come down for just a moment. The invisible rock comes to me, it's my turn. I think for a second: Could I tell them the truth? The undeniably tragic truth. Would they look at me different? Pity me, even? All these thoughts and more flood my mind in a meer moment. I look up at them all and I make my choice. I tell them something small, Minescule to what reay is. I lie. Later, as I lay in bed, I think to myself. Why can't I be strong enough To just spit it out? Maybe it's because I've kept it hidden Deep inside for so long, that now I'll have to dig even farther in, Just to drag it out. I know they won't tell, I know in my heart they won't. But the question is: can I tell? Can I tell without falling apart? What happens if, by bringing out the truth, The reality of it fills my head Would I be able to stuff it back inside Or would it take over? I'm scared they won't belive me. I'm scared he'll come back. I'm scared of the dark and eerie Cloud that lurks above my head Ready to pour at any moment. But it has to come out eventually. I wont be weak forever, right? It's gotta come out at some point; I just have to wait until then. Until I'm strong again. © 2011 Olive BelikovReviews
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9 Reviews Added on August 15, 2011 Last Updated on September 21, 2011 AuthorOlive BelikovMTAboutI am a daughter, a sister, a grand-daughter, a niece, a cousin, a friend. I am a partner, a student, a young girl, and a grown woman. I am confident and scared, terrified and excited. I am loving and .. more..Writing
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