It is hard to be strong. Humans are malicious. They are animals when no one is looking, and sometimes even when they are.
The secret to strength, I think, is not being around people who weaken you.

Wasting My Time
A Letter to a Friend
One Word
Broken Lines
Treasures
A day of cold rain and november air
Confession
Indolence

the two other poems that were here seem to have disappeared magically.