Trying to be strong,
trying to be…
trying to be everything,
everything I ought to be for those in need;
telling myself I ought to be stronger,
more of what everyone needs.
But the pain returns,
the relentless pain…
the pain inside,
inside and lacking a source I can identify,
lacking a reason to be,
tears stretching for hours and then for days.
Yet, more than the pain,
than not being enough,
enough for the person I ought to be,
is not leading,
failing to quell the pain and help those who need.
©November 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne