i am not strong.
i am far from it.
i am not certain.
the very notion baffles and eludes me.
so it is that i write –
keystrokes. cautiously. constructing. coherence.
for these words may hide a feebleness
that this voice would sooner betray.
these digital letters, with their steady curvatures
impart a surety in script that these hands could never match.
and yet because of this disparity,
sometimes i fear that i am misunderstood.
that nuance is obscured by apparent poise
and in this, the very purpose of communication
(attaining empathy for one’s thoughts or feelings)
yet, if the alternative is to remain silent,
unyielding to these soul-wringing sentiments –
i would prefer this status quo.