From Where Comes Strength?

From where comes strength?

From harsh words and beatings?

No, I say.

That awful way

Is naught but self-defeating.

It’s from within.

It grows with facing,

Facing me,

Reality,

Til it’s betterment I’m chasing.

We’re strong when we are scared,

But loving anyway.

Hurt, we heal.

Numb, we feel.

We want to flee… but stay.

Thanks for Reading! Be Blessed!

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