Strength

Facade, Kirsten Iehl, Oil on Panel, 2011

I'm not as strong as I look
As I want to appear to be
My surface is chafed and cracked,
scratched, chipped, and bruised.

Underneath the facade
I'm broken
My legs can barely stand
My spine folds
Under the weight of this heavy heart

I wish I were
As strong as them
I've been through so much
I can barely keep it together
On a good day

I look to the almighty
To be the second footsteps,
To carry me in times of need,
And guide me when I lose my way
Without him, I'm forever weak