When you feel weak,
remember that your body is made of the same elements
that you see in a lioness’  fearless eyes
and hear in her echoing roar.
Your voice is just as loud,
it will always be heard.
When you feel weak,
remember that your DNA translates into the same
twenty amino acids that wolf genes code for,
the same ones that hunt like silent shadows,
ghosts children of the moon,
and sink their teeth into silver slivers of the night.
You will find harmony in red blood against
****** white snow
you will snap necks with jaws that open to the stars and sing.
When you feel weak,
remember that you are made of three quarters of the same water
that is carving canyons from stone,
that is beating away shore lines
and swallowing land whole.
Remember that the depths in you are as cavernous
as the bottomless ocean.
When you feel weak,
remember that your faint breaths and your wrenching sobs
fuel forest fires of the same degree
each alike in it’s power,
capable of destroying everything that they touch.
Know that you are the same;
just as fearless in your weakest moments as you are in your strongest.
When you feel weak,
on the mornings that the covers are heavier than the burden on your shoulders,
when the mirror is an enemy and the hole that you’ve dug for yourself
feels like a friend,
remember that diamonds are just carbon,
galaxies are just stardust,
but you
are
so
much
more.