Strength

Strength in its forms,
seen and unseen

Falsely interpreted lines that are drawn

Seen through lenses that send the wrong message

Power, control, or something more gnawing

Blissfully unaware,
in its tearing apart of the human heart

Leaving it raw and bare,
or stone cold like an inner nightmare

Where screams are unheard and a whisper’s a prayer,
buried ‘neath ice caps of time and fear.

Emily ©

Art: ‘Papilarnie’ Janusz Jurek

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