She is granite.
Be strong, don't cry, pull yourself together!
I am too soft.
My shell is somewhat tough, but the inside melts like butter on toast.
Am I a disappointment? I was made in the image.
I am a sketch, an interpretation, an artist's impression, perhaps?
Not a carbon copy.
I can be hard. My skin can be thick...sometimes.
I grit my teeth and dig in my heels. I will not be moved.
But that's a given; we all have this. All of us, both sides: some whole, some half, all related.
We are all here, not moving. Hmm.
I am not a girly girl. I don't need help. I am not dependent. I am not afraid.
Sticks and stones...
The words don't hurt. I'm cool. I can shake it off, just like you told me.
I am trying to emulate. My hero.
What's that, you say? You are scared? That's funny. I'm sorry, what? You weren't kidding?
I don't believe you. Fearless one. Headstrong, determined. Small but terrible.
She says, I am good at hiding it.
The exterior? Hardwearing. The interior? Worn.
Perhaps you are not made of stone. Volcano-like, your passions burn within intensely, the molten rock frequently errupting. Sometimes it burns, sometimes it makes things new.
The outside remains set fast, but inside exists hot liquid gold.
I'm not sure how I feel. Surprised? Relieved.
I can be soft, there is no shame. Inside we are more alike than I knew.
Saturday, 15 November 2008
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2 comments:
Man, I can understand this.
Yesterday I felt like I was 14 years old again and someone had cut me open. It only takes someone to say a few cold words, right?
And that's why I choose not to do that to people.
Hope you know you are safe around me. :) Peace.
Some words really do cut to the bone. I hate that feeling of being unfairly chastised, that transports you right back to a childhood, just from one comment.
I actually wrote this about someone close to me, someone I thought was impervious, impenetrable. Turns out they aren't made of stone (!) and have the same soft interior I have tended to resent in myself. Sometimes we set unnecessary expectations for ourselves, based on incorrect perceptions of others: "This person is unshakable, therefore I must be." Turns out it ain't so. I'm relieved, being 'strong' can be tiring!
I'm glad you're a safe haven! Right back atcha, buddy.
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