Strength…

Strength…

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It’s making a choice,
Due to manic hormone;
Yet sticking with them,
Even when you hit low.

It’s going to bed,
not planning to awake;
still rising to work,
When dusk gives way.

It’s smiling and strutting;
Though inside is hurting;
Admitting ‘I’m not fine’;
But adding ‘I will be’.

It’s rising then falling;
Still rising and trying;
Though chances are slim you’ll-
Succeed yet keep trying.

Strength ain’t gun or dagger;
A man armed with armor;
It’s finding your feet even,
When they’ve been twisted-
Not broken, just bent.