My Weakness

I feel like i have fleshwounds Maybe Im not alright Maybe its me I surprise myself by being unstable tears prick my eyes like needles I say: 'your strong, your strong' I burn those tears away I am the eagle I am the lion I am the soul of my ancestors beating to the drum of their strength I will not cry Forgive me for these weak moments I do not understand myself All i know has been compacted in my shell and it is seemingly unravelling Ribbons and balls of wool decorating the floor my insides so bare This is me undone, and i dont know why? Im disturbed by my weakness, so disturbed Forgive me I am the Island I am the water around it