The strong one fighting not too Shed a tear. Holding back the anxiety. Holding back emotional turmoil. The strong one keeping an eye on the horizon, while deep inside is a threshing sea. Mixing emotions welling up in the throat, only to be swallowed down again, and again. The strong one begging, pleading to be alone to let it all rush to the surface. Letting the emotions flood, pouring tears like rain. Only the strong one knowing what’s behind the steal plated mask. Worn too protect, and defend.
– Jamie Whorton ©