Foolish is the man who thinks a woman can completely control her feelings.  A woman cannot control what hurts her soul anymore than he can seem to control the assaults that march from his lips "emotionless". It is only in stillness that either man or woman can gain perspective and grit to lift away burdens heavier than they know what to do with.  Being strong is an effort not made lightly for the faint of heart, being softer is an effort not made easy for those born tough. I came into this world with a fragile heart, time ravaged my mind and I became hard and clipped by my brushes with death held in others. Being soft again is to be stronger, it is an honor to drop to me knees beneath trees of my ancestry to reweave my own roots. It is a battle that will rage in me Eternally, for I always seem to attract the ones who need me, for I know I will need them too. I transmute their sorrows through my own heart. It takes its toll making others stronger, but it also makes me stronger through them. I will always march on with my faint heart. The ways I swoon make me beautiful.