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By Nance
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26 March 2006 |
Please, read me and leave your comments. It's very important to me. Am I not a strong woman? I always knew the answer on this very question. But not in the minutes when I’m looking at you. These are not only doubts. I feel terrible confusion which is not peculiar to me. I don’t pity myself in the least but who can tell me why now I’m not able to write at least one sensible word, at least one legible letter? If I can one day perhaps I would choose the photo of yours with the brightest eyes, with the most vivid smile, the photo which sets your heart free; And I’d hide it into the most distant corner of my soul. In order to see you any time when I miss your look BUT in all other days it must at least seem to me that I’m a strong woman.
One exception, listen to me. If you take my hand, only carefully, very cautiously, and calm me with the help of your two-three words, I’m actually sure that this evening I shouldn’t need the positive answer on that question. To say more, if I feel your shoulder close to mine, I’m ready to cry to the whole world that I’m not at all a strong woman.
I am just YOUR woman, and then who cares for the strength?
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