It’s the moments when
Pain settles in my spine
And hovers around my cerebral
Cortex
Causing my intestines
To shake
That I realize
How weak I truly am
I’m letting down my teenage dreams
Of me
I’m not Wonder Woman
I can only sit still
While shaking
But maybe strength
Is more than being able to run
Or to fight
Maybe strength is resignation
To the inevitable
Saying
“I can’t walk today”
And being okay with that
Maybe strength is
Finding things to be
Thankful for
Even in the midst of
Discomfort
Maybe strength is
Embracing the weakness
With an able mind
Maybe strength
Is something
That I do have
After all
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Aww. Love you!
Aww. Love you!
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.
wow
ugh this just... I don’t have words
why you gotta do this to me x’DD *cries*
“planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.” —luci shaw.
psalm 84:10 esv.