Have you noticed
How the clouds seem to weep with the strong?
As if to show them
That their sorrowful spilling of tears are not wrong.
As you watch them
They often seem to silently bear,
With smile or laugh,
The worldy weight of every single care.
Upholding all others,
Despite the abandonment they've always faced.
Without comfort,
But still doing the best with each moment placed
Just before them.
Without complaint, without bitterness and hatred.
Their hearts ache
For the rest, love, joy and peace long awaited.
You'd never know
Simply by gazing at their face or actions
The sorrow they hold,
Yet they hold onto no disatisfaction.
The strong, you see
They live, they love, they fight for truth
Even when painful.
Even when, their heart, they must refuse.
Yet, times come
When their weighted shoulders do slump.
They had so much already
Yet their life and world deal another lump.
They break,
The strong still feel all that others do
After all,
And unlike the world around, they remain true.
Oh, how sad
A sight it is to behold this bitter moment
And yet
How achingly beautiful, for them to lament.
Their tears
They fall as though a dam has been torn asunder.
Their fears
Shatter through their hearts louder than the thunder.
The beauty found
In the heartbreaking moments where the strong are weak
Is not the pain itself
Nor is it in seeing them lose the love they did seek.
It is this;
It is a moment where they, vulnerable in heart and mind,
Are broken
Without the sunlight, and yet in that moment they do find
Great Strength
Not of them, but granted to them in their darkest hours of need.
And they know,
That in them is sown the most rare and beautiful of seeds.
They find
Their burdens were never meant to be carried with perfection
And also
To think to bury pain is truly a dangerous infection.
The Heavens
See, they are not blind to the pain and they weep along.
So, you see
When listening to the rain, it is making stronger, the strong.
