Still
You stand on the last rock,
facing the sea,
your calmness an illusion
a passing fancy,
a lie
you do not mean to tell.
It is your nature,
stillness.
Too often mistaken for strength
or power,
it is the opposite.
uncertainty,
a watching,
a waiting.
About this poem
I often seem more confident than I am. I don’t know why. I just do. It’s handy sometimes, troublesome at others. But it just is.
Tom
Quarry House 
The picture is lovely, yours? Wonderful words to match.
I think the term is “never let them see you sweat”…even if you are screaming or crying inside.
Actually the picture is one of the few here that is not mine. It’s one of a series I bought for an ad campaign that never ran. I knew someday I’d find a place for it though.
It fits the words wonderfully, I can visualize a person on the very end stone. Like your other pictures too:)
Thank you!
Sometimes, I feel this way.
Wonderfully expressed.
I think many of us do, Margie.