You mumbled in response…
“what does strength have to do with kindness?”

I would explain….

But it’s not a serious question…

I think it’s an excuse…

A attempt to force me to acquaint compliments of your reserve with the acceptance of your cowardice.

I ain’t biting…but I can taste it…the sour spiciness that cuts

the sweetness of you…while you desire candy coated praise…..

You elude to deserving warmth when you won’t even thaw your doubt…

you only see the risks and

none of the guarantee of loyalty that exist in the choice to be in yours.

Here we both are…

You – Blind to your own earning potential while I’m blinded with it’s prominence

I have dreams for us…you have reasons…

We have history…and it’s the only reason you conveniently forgot.

I chase the sting of your stagnation with the elixir of

my own ability to be brave for both of us…and you have the nerve to be more frightened…

Mumbling in response

“what does strength have to do with kindness?”

Blaming others of closed stories for your open distrust…

You want them to do something for you still…and now…

And I can’t get it…

You want apologies from those that never assumed responsibility…

they won’t pay your tolls…

they won’t give up their pride as reparations…

they wont fix the soul they fault your for breaking…

They won’t care now, because they never did…

But I am the one who is sorry…and that offends you.

Until I ask why and the silence eats up the anger…

Disguises of cool are crawled into like blankets on December night…

You are suddenly to weary  and by association…honesty becomes a chore.

I had no idea how good you were at excusing the neglect of your

 truth…lying to yourself to avoid the work of healing and growing.

Yet…here I am still being your sun with the smiles I bring to your face…

still being your water with my tears of my exertion of pulling you up…

still feeding your ego with my pleas to prove that you are a good person…

who deserves good people to do good for you…

 I am sustaining you with flesh of every magic I know and you ask me…what does strength have to do with kindness?

I guess nothing…when the correlation can be so easily broken by the committed fear of commitment…and friendships are commitments, too.

The ones we kiss goodnight are not the only ones who can break our hearts.

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Louisa is dedicated to her children, the power of feminine energy, connecting with others and her poetry. She began writing as young teen as a way to express herself quietly…eventually, she found her voice to share those expressions through her alter ego – Fara Moan. She is a quiet force that supports the art community just as much behind the curtain as she does on the mic.  Some poets wordsmith while Fara Moan is a wordweaver…invoking the emotion behind the phrases while delivering in intricate beauty.