Strength is tear soaked pillows and piles of crinkled tissue.
It’s hot tea filling up empty hands and warming up a heart gone cold.
Strength is taking a bite when you want to waste away.
It’s saying hello after the hardest goodbye.
It is good days and terribly awful minutes.
It’s writing a song or painting canvases full of splattered heart beats and memories.
Strength is pulling yourself out of the warmth of a blanket cocoon.
It’s peeling your heart off the sidewalk after an earth shattering quake.
The pieces will never fit back together but they remember the familiarity of what used to be there.
And you change.
Strength is saying yes to new adventures and fighting for everything you believe in.
It is loud and boastful or quietly accumulating.
It withers and swells each day.
Strength is feeling something so deeply it drowns you so you can learn to float up from the abyss.
It is answering questions you’re scared of and letting someone hold your heart with their bare hands.
It is loving a place you’ve never been and leaving behind everything you know.
Strength is adventuring into the world.
It is embracing strangers.
It is curiosity for something beyond ourselves.
Strength is learning to trust yourself.
It is trusting others.
It is holding up those who are struggling to move forward and carrying on with them.
It is never forgetting the people who made you love.
It is always loving those who have made you who you are.
Strength is creating a better person when the air is filled with temptation.
It is forgiving when surrounded by betrayal…
and constantly giving away kindness.
It is letting go and holding on and fighting in between.
Strength is forks in the road and lonely trails.
It is loving yourself and becoming your own friend.
It is acceptance.
It is fear.
Strength looks a lot like the reflection in the mirror.
Strength is YOU.
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