It isn’t pride.
But I’d rather break alone.
No matter how deep the hurt is.
I’d rather stay broken alone.
If there be a thing to share,
Then its the overflowing river of joy and calm,
That takes its time to come.
I’d rather share her than the broken girl.
We can’t all break.
We can’t all take being broken.
We are all not strong enough.
There are souls strong enough for that.
These souls albeit their tenderness,
Break and stay broken so wonderfully.
So It isn’t pride when they don’t share.
They just know not every soul can take being broken.