An Incomplete Thought...

I like to think I'm strong.

You could call me weak

and I'll never hesitate to

let you know that you're wrong.

But I ask myself;

"Darling, what is strength?"

Is it the power of endurance

for an end to no length?

Is it knowing your limits and giving up,

knowing you gave your all and

pushing further, though it wasn't enough?

Is it strength when you can lift the world high,

relieving the weight from others shoulders

willing to take their burdens on as your own plight?

Strength alone has many definitions to reflect,

but to determine your own is a journey itself.

Finding your own strength and embodying its depth

is an accomplishment a tenacious soul could easily project.

.....

-Pj

7.22.14

Changes are continuously occurring, nothing I can help.

I'm happy to be my own hero, always saving myself.

When you're put into a situation that has only one way out,

you have to weigh the pro and cons and then decide for yourself.

Do you put up with whatever you face?

Do you change direction and give yourself space?

Do you cut off ties and burn your bridges?

Put on your big girl pants, pull up your britches.

Being a damsel in distress isn't really my thing and

of course I don't mind being my own king.

I'll live for myself, who else could I live for?

I just hate it when cupid comes tapping on my door.

I don't want your love potions, I have some of my own

but right now I want to reign solo upon my throne.

Master of my fate, captain of my soul; I will stand firm.

I need no swayance of no body holding sperm.

My stubborn demeanor is in no way ignorant;

it is only that my sole independence is exigent. 

I don't want to lean, rest or bend, requiring reliance of any kind.

I aim for poise and balance; my soul, body and mind.

For others who march in these same steps, I implore:

Don't ever look back or look down. The value of the prize in the end is greater than the strenuous path you have (yet) to endure.

-Pj