When I hide my weaknesses
I give the appearance of being strong
But this appearance is false
And that strength is false!
When I share my weaknesses
And theyre there to be seen
Does that make me appear weak?
Or is it not more likely
That others will see themselves in me?
Not perfect and struggling
Is it not likely that my weakness
Will inspire a friend
To lend a hand
To give me a hug
To tell her own story
Of troubles and trials?
Where does this idea of always strong
always together come from?
Why do I need to appear together
And never fall apart
Its my imperfections
That make me real
Perfection is reserved
For angels and saints
Not mere mortals
Like you and I
Afraid to show vulnerability
I used to hide my tears and fears deep inside
Now I know that its showing vulnerability
That strengthens friendships
Sharing hard times creates strong bonds
Now I know
Perfection is an illusion
We cant always smile!
Lida Berghuis
October 13th, 2011
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