Tenderness hidden.
Concealed behind the humor, the talent, the success.
Those who know sometimes betray.
Sometimes ignorantly.
Sometimes with a will.
Tenderness hidden.
The betrayal steals life.
But it can also give it.
Illusions shattered.
Only the Real will survive.
Tenderness hidden.
Now uncovered. Raw, burning, new-born.
Atmosphere sears new lungs.
Life demands pain.
The struggle provides the strength to stand.
The struggle transforms tenderness into wisdom.
AMEN – This is the way of life.
“Life demands pain. The struggle provides the strength to stand.” What would life be like without pain, Plato? How much more pain do I need to prove that I can stand? Do I have to stand alone to prove it? I’m sorry, I should respond to the mechanics of poetry, but I respond to your content as if we’re having a conversation about the essence of life.
“The struggle transform tenderness into wisdom” it does
Beautiful poem as always. Filled with wisdom, truth and always resonates – at least with me…
Much love.
I just realize it’s Friday 13th…
Much love as well
Goodnight
Nite