Strength, a magnet, pulling me near,
A whispered word, dispelling all fear.
Not steel and stone, a rigid facade,
But sunlight breaking, where shadows have trod.
Strength is the smile, when tears should have flowed,
A fragile bloom, where despair has sowed.
Strength is the hand, outstretched and so bare,
A plea for solace, a whispered prayer.
Strength is the love, that dares to remain,
Though fear of losing, ignites a fierce pain.
Strength is the rising, with weary, worn feet,
When mind and body, beg for retreat.
Strength is the echo, "I can," in the soul,
When doubt's dark chorus, takes its cruel toll.
Not absence of flaws, but a battle won,
A tapestry woven, when day is done.
Strength is the courage, to open the heart,
To stumble and rise, and play a new part.
Embrace this power, this beautiful grace,
Let it guide your journey, at your own pace.