The definition of strength is different for everyone.
Some can define it as the ability to bench press twice their weight.
Others can say it’s the ability to say no to that piece of double chocolate cake.
We idolize it. We’re all seeking to be strong.
And actually, a few years ago, my definition of strength was wrong.
Well, wrong for me,
Because how I interpreted it wasn’t helping me.
See, my definition of strength was silence.
No one really understood me so it was better to be quiet,
No need to give people more bullets for the teasing of which I was a target,
No, I’d rather not explain,
I’d rather not reveal something that might get held over my head and later dropped to crush me like I was Wile E. Coyete and that information was the Acme anvil,
No one wants to hear me talk about my feelings -
Let’s be real.
No, you don’t need to know why I’m upset.
I’ll put on a front because I know what’s best for me,
I’ll continue to speak the world’s biggest lie, “I’m fine,”
When I’m really falling apart at the seams,
It seems everyone likes that answer better anyway.
It’s not messy and it wastes no one’s time,
So even if I had looked depressed, I said I was fine.
From my writing blog, an original poem. Part of my testimony. Sorry it’s so long! Hope you enjoy it anyway :)