Strength

There is an illusion in strength,

Like a rock to a wave,

Sure to be swept away,

But held to the expectation of being unmoved,

Here’s the thing about rocks,

Even the strongest rocks sink,

Similarly, stones don’t shy at every touch,

They don’t panic at every embrace of a hand,

But rocks are rocks,

And stones are stones,

So how can they?

I am supposed to be unmoveable,

Forever set and steady,

But what is wrong with me,

What defect is there inside,

Feeling like I’m treading in a bottomless ocean,

Covered by storms overhead,

Paralyzed by the crashes of thunder,

Numbed by the freezing cold,

An ocean with no way out but down,

Monsters pulling me under the waves,

No one stopping them,

So why should I,

Because I’m strong,

Or because no one else is strong enough.