Who is strong

Sometimes it would be easier if I didn't care at all,
it wouldn't hurt as much to just be a flower on the wall.
Hands full of broken hearts, sad stories, bad choices and pain,
Strong, dry eyed, calm and steady can be so hard to maintian.
If no one told me their secrets and asked me not to tell,
the dark thoughts of my heart might not be such a very deep well.
Carrying the weight of the world does not allow an off day,
no weak moments and no mistakes or everyone stares your way.

Growing Up

Drift among forgone ages and whispers of preserved faces.

Recounting footsteps to losses and gains.

Yearning for the careless youth less the pains of growth.

Drift along what is to come and whispers of those still faceless.

Dreaming of foot steps for losses and gains.

Yearning for the careful grown, less the aches of youth.