by Kyle Katz
I stood in the mist of most disasters as the wind howled profanities at my
spirit. My soul only protected by bones, skin and clothing.
Vacant complements from well doers that ‘you are strong … your needs are
less than others…you stand strong!’
But in the delusion of my own strength as the frost froze my hair into place,
and the tender feathered wing of strength gathered those restrained teardrops then
glued them to my cheek… I remained strong, over and over again.
Strong in the darkness seeks like all others… even more so.
A shoulder of their own to cry out, shouting at that tired strength. “I’m Not
In its darkness, we observe everything, we see clearly, but the night can
switch to the terror of memories that have given us the sledgehammer to break out.
What others don’t hear is the whistling of the wind that sing a distance song.
Warriors, leaders, courageous, unyielding, determined!
Susan B. Anthony,
Malala Yousafzai… holding insanity in our guts until the passage of time
stripped our feminine cry…to remain strong.
Muting those voices…of “you really don’t need anything…you’re strong!” But
you’ re wrong!
Darkness seeks solitude.
But most of all, someone, something that lets us fall into another place,
another spirit, another human being that intuitively already knows our story, knows
our tender needs, knows the little things that renew us. Those things that make us
feel cared for.
We would gladly give you our hand,
To those men that stands strong.
To the women that hold steadfast.
To the children that enter the world with pain and confusion…
I know you…I will always offer you my vulnerability,
In the end, that is what makes humanity