Strength is the power you have any put into something. Strength isn't muscle or smarts it's confidence and knowing your worth and limits.
Everyone has strength but may not be seen by everyone but it's in you. Remember you have strength, you're strong and stay yourself but you are amazing.

Save me,
I’m drowning in a sea of doubts,
Life rafts have sunk, and this birch log is soggy
There’s so much I want to say if I could say.

Save me,
My voice feels hoarse,
There’s a sharp pain in my chest when I breathe
And I’m not quite sure if you’re still here with me.

Save me,
Violence deafens reason,
No longer listening to conscience
When red is such a pretty shade to paint the roadways.

Save me,
There’s a dream I had,
Stolen in the waking beat of lashes
And I can’t go back home,
Can’t find my way back down those roads
That brought me to a happy end.

“Goodbye sunshine,
In the wake of all the storms I’ve been
The wreck I cause in the wake of retribution
Somewhere in this tsunami wave
I’ve washed upon the shore, not sure of self
Who did I become to win a war already won?”

Save me,
I fear what’s to come,
If I don’t find the sun,
Need to shine in the garden,
Grow my precious crop,
And harvest the goodness like a wholesome truth.

If these tainted deeds and misgivings are etched in my blood,
Then please, take them to me like a maple tree.
Tap into my veins and drain the ichor.
Let its sticky black residue confine your lungs to heavy, heaving breaths.
Then, you can tell me the weight I carry.

If sickness is pre-determined, and my mind is meant to bend and break,
Then pierce my eye with your pick and hammer.
Chisel ego into id and supersize its purpose.
Until my destiny is marbled like the rarest steak,
Cook me until I am less raw.
Like unforgiving nerves exposed to the cold, slow thaw.

Fate does not choose me. I deny it the grace of a salutation.
I choose my destiny by way of destination. Of my choosing.
See, I like to spin the globe, throw a dart upon a map,
And roam where the tip lands.
To carve an unbeaten path.
I am my own master, beholden to none other.
No god, petty demon, or fallen angel.
Not a pious man, nor a shrewd woman could tame the force within me.
I am the whirlwind.

We all want to be U n I q u e,
while still following the crowd,

don't be afraid to stand out,
don't be afraid to get LOUD.