How Do I Stay Strong Poem by Duncan Ramashitja

When my stepdad cheated on my mother I watched her broken, my mother.... she couldn't let it show, yet she remained strong...not because it didn't matter to her, but because she wanted to teach us how one stand tall in what seems like a hopeless situation...I saw invisible tears streaming down her cheeks, I saw her pure strength, as she helped a man who shamelessly tempered with her dignity pack his belongings despite her enemies' presence, some of them where quite delighted to witness her humiliation, she could have let their relationship continue, but this was nothing new, it happened before so she had to put a stop on it, I saw her being distressed, gazing at her angelic eyes one would detect the pain a man she loved had caused...mind you this is the same man she took as her own, she groomed him to be a Father, to me and my two sisters and my younger brother, whom in his veins pump both his blood and my mother's.... he had children with other women whom he never fathered but he fathered us...at least not for too long....they say
'Every man is a dog' yeah we all know that song, but it is wrong...I saw her losing weight, but not her pride, Even though she lost him, Even though love could be blind, she never lost her sight, I watched her becoming a topic in different households, I watched her Holding on when she didn't have anyone besides us by her side....She Didn't have a stable job but she managed to keep us all together, we never ran out of food to eat, it wasn't fancy but it was sufficient, she smiled like everything was okay, either way, she continued to smile, so I set there and study her, like she was an open book, yet she wasn't easy to read, so I took lessons from her, knowing how that man treated her I wouldn't treat anyone like that, yet sometimes I do have a feeling that I might get my heart torn apart like hers, I sometimes do have a feeling of mistrust specifically when things change, I could smell the essence of unfaithfulness, feeling sad to be treated like a fool, you see I asked myself why lies turned out to be a contributing factor? ... If I die who would tell a good tale after? .. who knows my story well enough to finish up my very last chapter? ... I guess sometimes it's hard to tell, that you got to trust if you must that the dark clouds don't remain forever, it is possible that it can rain whenever... meanwhile how does one stay strong...?