• Strength


    I waited for so long,
    to find the meaning of being strong.
    To endure the strangers that pass me by,
    who look me dead center in my eyes.
    I'm affraid they will take what I hold so dear,
    and crush it like it is nothing while I hide in fear,
    my pain is coming, it is so near but I stop the crying
    and I hold in my tears.

    The next day passes and i'm still alone,
    I don't want to be anywhere except inside my home.
    I feel like no one would understand me even if I tried,
    so again I avoid others and again I hide.
    But one person found me and didn't pass me by,
    he sat beside me as if he sensed me crying inside.
    "What's wrong?" he asked gently,
    I looked up to see he was watching me intently.
    "I feel so weak, everyone destroys me..." I said grimly,
    "Ah, I know that feeling all to well.." he smiled replying back dimly.

    It was then I felt as if I made a friend,
    and I wasn't wrong about this feeling because he stayed with me till the end.
    I asked him one question that I had in my mind,
    he gave me this answer that he experienced in his time.
    I asked him, "What does strength really mean?"
    He glanced at me then smiled and repeated my question, "Hmm, really mean?"
    Then he gave a sigh and raised his hands on top of his head,
    "I wish you would ask yourself instead..."
    His answer left me puzzled and I asked him again,
    then he gave a truthful answer instead.
    "I guess strenth lies within yourself, if you don't understand let me explain..",
    "Strenth does not rely on your brain, nor to restrain, or to remain,
    it relies inside of your heart and soul because after time it will grow.."


    "I don't understand.." my face resembling frustration,
    he chuckled, "This is a hard explanation".
    "What I mean is that everyone develops their own strength,
    in their own ways, in their own time, even as they think..."
    Then I began to realize what he meant,
    and after so much time the day was already spent.
    "So you're saying I have to make my own?" I asked
    He noded slightly, "In a way yes, but there comes the dificult task.."
    I watched him sigh again as he stared up gloomly,
    his odd behavior made me impatient and moody.
    But his next answer left me in awe,
    while my sudden coldness I felt began to thaw.
    "Strength comes from one's view of the world,
    either in bad views or good, it does not matter,
    as long as the person still exists the day after.."


    "Strength helps one get through the roughest days,
    when our world might end, or when god betrays, it is
    not simple to keep it alone but it can be done."
    All I could do was think about his opinion,
    everthing else around me dissolved into oblivion.
    But I will never forget about what he said,
    it was forever implanted inside my head.
    As I grew I created my own strength,
    it was so big that I was always happy by its length.
    I never cried about what people said about me since then,
    and it felt that I could live again.