Strenght
What can I do? What can I say?
To let my friend know I will be ok,
Yes, it hurt to be rejected and left alone
And I totally admit I have been staying home,
But as before I know my strenght I know where I stand
i don't measure myself by others thinking,I don't need a man,
People say strenght comes in numbers well it may,
I can trust myself, no matter what comes my way,
I will pick myself up and carry on as before
My burden light as a feather and I will soar!
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Moments In The Making | 0 | 12/31/2009 |
| The Rapture of it All | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| Watching | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| Complete | 2 | 08/26/2009 |
| My Fate | 1 | 08/26/2009 |
| Farewell | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| The Pastor's Wife | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| Amazing Father | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| True Embrace | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| Words | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
| Spirit Of A Friend | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
| Impressions of Me | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
| Strenght | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
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