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