A quick something I pulled together on a ‘work from home’ coffee break. I’m certainly no poet, but every minute of creativity helps.

Sometimes it’s Hard

Sometimes it’s hard to be strong,

Always tough, never wrong,

To be your own cheerleader, all glitter and smiles,

Hiding away all your wiles.

Being that Goddess, proud and stiff,

Forgetting they were the stuff of myth.

Sometimes it’s hard to be defiant,

Always immutable, never a tyrant,

To absorb words as tiny letters, strung in voice,

And to blink away the pain, like you have a choice,

Laugh and joke and go with the show,

Let the pain flow later, when nobody knows.

Sometimes it’s hard to be one human,

Always demanding, never realistic,

Using rhymes to romanticise, and cover the cracks,

Thinking the world could fall gently into verse,

If only.

Sometimes it’s hard,

Just hard.

When some say stay and others shout “move!”

And you’re stuck in the middle, not knowing what to do.

Because to blame the world is arrogance, to blame yourself is pathetic,

So where do we turn when homes become prisons?

The unused vocal cords darken with rust,

And what few words remain fail me.

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