Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Towers Of Strength


Towers of strength, tumble and fall, leaving all to wonder the reasons why.
Not knowing that strength needs close friendship too, everyone shuns people who seem strong, unless it's to talk about themselves or ask advice.
Everyone needs friendship, someone close, whom you are able to talk to, communicate with - feeling safe - trusting in a friend.
People who are towers of strength, also feel loneliness equally strong.
More so, perhaps, than the average person does.
Strong people feel intensely, experience things deeply, hear words not being said to them.
Turning away sadly, time after time, having liked someone, wanting to be friends, are again disappointed, because they had only needed to hear from someone strong and then be on their way, mingling with other friends.
Daylight gathers rays of sun like people who are strong, always there, dependable, responsible, yet only appreciated for what they are doing, and very seldom thought of.
Towers of strength, tumble and fall, is there anyone who wonders why once in a while?

Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013

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