Silently asking
Reaching
Cheerleader from afar
Spurring me on
With your constant presence
No one inside my head to push
Enough just to listen
Can you hear the tick
Tick
Tick
Tick
Inside my head
In my insides
The pressure
The explosion
The need
Can you validate me
Can you make it real
Is anything real
What is real
The close kind of love is real
The kind that smothers
Infiltrates
Suffocates
The kind that doesn’t leave you to die
Giving without knowing
My place is easier because of it
My stance is solid
Even when I’m weak
Take it from me
Give it back
I’m strong
I’m strong
I’m weak
Connection has the power
To feed
To give
To unite
To strengthen
May the days that I’m stronger be more than when I am weak
Ah
But I am stronger
on the days
I’m weakest
Meekest
And open
About the Author: A.R. Hadley
A.R. Hadley has been a creative writer since elementary school, however, she all but gave it up after her children were born, devoting herself to the lovely little creatures, forgetting the pleasure and happiness derived from being imaginative.
No more.
She rediscovered her passion in 2014, and has not stopped since — writing essays, poetry, and fiction. A.R is currently working on a set of novels as part of a romantic trilogy, and also dabbles in penning short stories.
Day or night, words float around inside her brain. She hears dialogue when awakening from sleep. She is the one who has been awakened. Writing is her oxygen.