Strength is like the oceans waves.
Sometimes they crash
Against the hardened sand
Sometimes they fold
Delicately onto the shore
Strength is like a tree’s trunk.
A growing tree
Is small and moves when the wind pushes it
An old tree
Is thick and immovable
Strength cannot be found everywhere,
It is in a certain kind of human
One that fights negativity
One that says no to sadness
It grows in those who know themselves
One that trusts their instincts fully.
Strength can be found in me.