Strength
"Rock-a-bye baby in the tree-top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all."
I've been dealing with things that are hard to talk about for almost two years now, although I've done my best not to keep them bottled up and to release them into a safe space like this journal. I don't feel as strong as people might think I am. An oak tree is strong. An oak tree beset by multiple random tornados is not always strong enough each time. Maybe twigs, leaves and branches are torn away each time, maybe one blast will break the tree-top bough that will drop the cradle of the sleeping baby, who represents all people that I hold dear to my heart.
Who do the supposed strong people turn to when they need someone to be strong for them?
Strength like love is best shared, and I am grateful to all of you for both.