Strength Poem by Rose Bean

Strength..
what would we be without it?
Would it be worth seein' the day?
Every night, in every way?
Would it still be the same,
If we knew how to carry our life that way?


Strength,
is there real meaning to the word?
A real pain that i feel..
a feeling of fullness between every meal.
Tell me..
How do we really find time to heal?
Could it be this physical pain,
that for me, seems to be nothing?
A fallen pebble-that is worth reaching,
all because i can?
But what if this pebble turned into this bolder?
One i could bearly huddle over...
How on earth will i pick up this bolder?


All my life its been pebbles and rocks.
Yes! I've had sand and dirt blind me.
Its pained my eyes..
But i was only a brush away,
to geting back, where i needed to be.
Here trying to comfert thee.
And then,
there's the bolder.
The one I CAN'T EVEN PICK UP..
to put over my sholder..
Tell me lord, is it worth the time to get over! ?
For I am weak
and have already reached my peak
..of strength.
I don't know if i can go the length, lord.


For maybe if i had a hammer
to crush this bolder!
In which i can't even pull over my sholder...
If only i had a hammer..


RoseMaryB.