Photograph from National Geographic
You think her weak because she gave herself so easily, freely, openly,
Without expectation or reciprocity.
But you are mistaken;
Her vulnerability was courageous.
You think her weak because she believed your tales,
Got swept up in dreams for shared tomorrows.
But you are wrong;
That trust in you was brave.
You think her weak because she came back,
Every time you pushed her away.
But you are incorrect;
Her faith was heroic.
You think her weak because she took the words you spat at her,
The way that she didn’t fight back.
But that is untrue;
There was grace and dignity in her quiet.
You cannot see in her this ocean of strength,
So wide and deep and unknown,
The vast sway of movement, of power,
That goes unnoticed upon the calm surface.
You think me weak
But my strength will swallow you whole.