Strength Reassures
***
Strength is not the roar,
but the breath that stays.
A steady hand in storms,
lifting what we fear,
reminding us we’re held.
Reflection
***
I used to believe strength lived in me,
or above me,
or somewhere close enough to touch.
Now it feels like something
I once carried
but misplaced along the way.
Yet when life shakes me,
I still catch myself looking
for that old steadiness—
the calm hand I used to trust,
the whisper that said
I wasn’t alone.
Maybe strength never left.
Maybe I’m the one
who walked too far
to hear it clearly.
But even now,
in the quiet,
I feel a faint reminder
of what it was like
to be held by something greater
than my own tired will.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 4:46 AM UTC
Strength Reassures
***
Strength is not the roar,
but the breath that stays.
A steady hand in storms,
lifting what we fear,
reminding us we’re held.
Reflection
***
I used to believe strength lived in me,
or above me,
or somewhere close enough to touch.
Now it feels like something
I once carried
but misplaced along the way.
Yet when life shakes me,
I still catch myself looking
for that old steadiness—
the calm hand I used to trust,
the whisper that said
I wasn’t alone.
Maybe strength never left.
Maybe I’m the one
who walked too far
to hear it clearly.
But even now,
in the quiet,
I feel a faint reminder
of what it was like
to be held by something greater
than my own tired will.
A quiet reflection on where true strength lives. Not in noise or force, but in the unseen presence that steadies us when life shakes our footing and reminds us we are never truly alone.
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