With everything that has happened are you still on your feet though they ache from the miles ran?
Are you still looking up with the fire in your eyes though the tears fall and strike the ground, marking your struggles?
Are you still inhaling the air though you want to rip your lungs out, suffocate on nothing, and just wither to nothing?
If you are then you are strong.
Stronger with every mile, tear, and breath.
You are strong.