I have never been one to be dauntless
Daring and bravado is not my fashion.
Stoic and strong being more my speed,
Not showing depth or emotion.
I was never allowed to cry.
My consort was my comfort
And isolation my reality.
Alone and in the dark I cried in anguish
And while doing such I apologized.
Only the weak cry….
Terrified is my constant state of living,
Strength and indifference my constant front.
I’m going to be okay,
I know it,I have to be.