They always show
Inflammatory heroes
And legendary woes
Healed with a blazing personality
Standing up in the face of adversity.

But there is a quiet kind of strength also -
A strength that makes you turn the other cheek
And suffer in silence.

Some may call it a wall
In the way
But I say

It’s a tower
I’m standing on top of.

As I bear it all
Without burning.

Because once it’s all said and done,
Who do those people stand on?
Who is left after the dust settles?

Those with tongue still in cheek,
With tongue still in check.