This is a poem I wrote today, which I am sharing with DVerse Open-Link. We are going live today, so I intend to read this aloud. Not sure if I like the ending. It is hard to end poems well, at least hard for me to do so, so I am interested in feedback (and also wanting to use Fandango’s one-word for today 🙂 ).
Strength comes from loving. Strength comes from sitting with others in their sorrows, Without attempting to convince them of better tomorrows Just sitting, being a comfort in their crying. Strength comes from crying. Being what society says is strong for too long, Finally admitting that times are terribly trying Such that it seems a curse just to be living. Strength comes from living. Strength comes from loving, sitting, crying, trying.