See Me - A Poem for the Strong Ones
Do you receive more love, thoughtfulness and compassion when you are in victim mode? What happens to damsels who are not in distress, do they lose their princess crown, so no one comes to rescue them? Have you ever felt like being strong made your realities invisible to others? If you are a strong one who sometimes feel overlooked, this poem is for you. You are loved.

If both my legs were broken
You would come to rescue me
Lift me arms to legs
For a bath or to be fed
But this inconvenient pain
That no one sees, inside my brain
You told me to go help myself
When I turn to you for some help
God must have a sense of humor
When in my mind he lets loose these tremors
Perhaps He figures I can take it
After all I keep escaping
It is my lot I am not complaining
But I guess #wakeup is all I'm saying
We keep choosing what to see
When those we 'love' is hurting clearly
Pain is inflicted evidently
So why don't you acknowledge me bleeding
Because I am strong doesn't make me inhuman
I don't need your pity, how about compassion
How about taking action, establish a plan
Actively device and pursue a valid solution
I'm just surviving, don't expect perfection
Healing takes time even for us strong ones
Written by Coach Racquel. Copyrighted 2020. All rights reserved.