Riddle me again,

if strength is defined as ‘having no fear’ and weakness is defined as ‘falling to fear’; why are the fighters against fear labeled strong? and the calm ones within fear labeled weak?

for if  the calm ones have overcome the fear mentally so that’ they see no  need to  fight the fear visibly; are they weak?

and If the weak are raged with fear that they  see the need to battle are they strong?

And if a warrior is borne in battle is he really 'strength' given that he came from 'weakness'? ,a descendant of the inability to conquer within and a  product of the visible battle.

and if the weak one is forgotten in peace because he was absent in visible battle having  conquered the fear within is he weak?

You can get through this
You will if you choose
To focus not on what is
But on all you can do

You found your way in
You can make your way out
But if you don’t take action
You’ll be left there to pout

Not the greatest of statues
Repels the force of a train
It takes a man on the move
Telling the conductor “there, you will stay”

So don’t wait for a hero
Or occasion to fade
For the moment you lie down
Is when your bed becomes made

I won't be cryin' anymore,
Like time and time before,
I've cried my eyes out for thieves, cheats and ******,
and I won't be cryin' anymore.

Don't you ever look into my eyes.
Not even to say goodbye,
If you look, you'll speak and I know you lie,
don't you ever look into my eyes.

'Cause my pain is mine and mine alone,
In time I hope will go,
And it doesn't glow through the smile I show,
No, my pain is mine and mine alone.

And I won't be cryin' anymore,
No matter how low I fall,
With a manic smile I'm entering the storm,
And I won't be crying anymore.

The life of a poet is hard,
People think that they love your work,
But it's not just work,
Its our life.

The hands that held me
Upright like stone pillars now
Crumbled into marble rubble.
I’m left sifting through the wreckage,
Left by a war waged against himself.
One warrior.
Two casualties.
The ruins carry whispers of
Memories, promises and lies;
All etched on the walls
That once could be confided in
Now relinquishing their secrets.
A foundation built on sand
Will sink in battle:
Rebuild.

I know it is likely I will fail
And the hours  tick away
Growing closer and closer to judgement day
And as I inch closer and closer
I just hope I can make you proud
Overcome it all and rise above