Strength

The strongest of women, the mightiest of men
flex muscle & sinew time & again
in demonstrations of effort awesome to behold
yet matters of love often create cowards of the bold.

Iron bars are bent, great weights are lifted;
yet break their hearts & what remains must be sifted
for traces of life, for signs even of a soul.
Nothing remains of their spirit; not even the cold.

A hollow, a void, an endless black hole
is all that is left in the heart & the soul
of the poor victim of abandonment, of betrayal, of rejection.
Pity this person bereft of affection.

Their days are filled with wandering & wondering
of what might've been done to stay their mate's yondering.
Dwelling on pain, though, is unwise & a waste;
best to forget & remember your place.

Live for today, seek to be strong;
nothing can come of remembering the wrong.
Harden your heart on the anvil of compassion;
the reward will come when you find your true passion.