Strong curse?
I hold their pain,
I stand so strong,
But when I break,
no one’s along.
I hide the hurt,
I don’t complain,
So they won’t feel
the silent strain.
A piece of me
drifts far away,
To keep the night
from turning gray.
Still here, I heal,
though out of sight—
The quiet strength
that bears the fight.
When the world leaves your side,
ReplyDeleteA quiet love remains behind—
He held you up when you felt lost,
Even when you couldn't feel Him near. ππππ✨️✨️✨️