Weak and sensitive and delicate and fragile. I’m weak, the skimpy walls I’ve built around my mind Are easily destroyed, never enough. I’m sensitive, any little jolt or knock sending waves of Hurt straight to my soul. I’m delicate, a priceless China doll that can hardly be Moved from the shelf for fear of irreparable cracks. I’m fragile, needing someone to carress my heart, not allowing Anything to seep inside and break me. But I’m supposed to be strong. I’m supposed to have indestructible walls, Tough skin, An invincible, courageous presence, Everything I need within myself. But I don’t. I just don’t. Yet I lie daily to preserve this invincible image, This confidence, This strength. And society believes it, They welcome my transparent strength, Seeing it as opaque, Because they don’t want to deal with what is Underneath.
The views from Qing Xiu Shan are very nice and I am feeling better than I did this morning the Yong River winds through green fields the breeze fills my lungs my thoughts rustle like bamboo leaves a southern tranquility rises in the distance covered by the opaque morning this is what my mind's eye sees as I rock my little girl to sleep kissing the forehead that will never be without a kiss until my lips are still like the peaceful day we yearn for
Qing Xiu Shan is a small mountain 5 km outside Nanning (Guangxi) China. southern tranquility is a literal approximation of what Nanning means in English.