I am neither a coward
Nor a warrior queen
But when pushed against the wall
Will bare a side not seen.
Many have hurled bricks
At my really sensitive skin
Some have been strangers
And some have been my kin
But my shoulders, over the years
Have learnt to bear the brunt
So even when I am trembling
I put up a brave front
I build castles from the bricks
That people throw at me
My tolerance is my strength
And forgiveness is my key
So do not test my patience
Or think that I am meek
For I may seem frail
But by no means am I weak.
- Author: safina (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 11th, 2023 01:05
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Comments3
A strong and nicely expressed writing .. I especially like this line
I build castles from the bricks
Yes sometimes people hurt us but sometimes we have to find strength
thanks dear. you got it right - the only way to answer the tormentors is show your strength and ability to cope even if you are hurting inside.
have a lovely weekend, take care
Now everyone knows! My tolerance is my strength and My patience is my key-Your strength comes through your words…
good afternoon - one has to overlook a lot of things to get along in life, and patience is definitely something one needs when confronted with fickle people...
thanks for the feedback, take care
Very well written and moving, Thank you for sharing!
thanks for the motivating message. take care.
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