Born a fighter
A survivor
A stranger, head tilted
Eyes perplexed asked,
“Who told you
Since you were little
You had to be strong?”
Everyone
Seven brothers
Tackle football, concussions
Shake-it off, be strong
Twelve years old…decided to leave home
For a boarding school
Early decisions, strong decisions
Graduated high school at sixteen
Wonder woman?
Super girl?
Dedicated, focused
Enough was never enough
Stay strong
Be self-sufficient
Rely on yourself
Be strong, live strong
Here I am
Breakable
Back burner…everything
Must keep stepping
Stepping shows strength
No tears, shake it off
But some days I wilt
Tired of the grind
Of the stepping
I’m different
Unique
Purposeful
When do I stop being strong?
I can’t breathe
I just want to breathe…
A loner? A fighter? A survivor?
I use to view life as ‘One day when’, ‘I’ll be good when’…
Not anymore
In my now
Right here
So let’s stop stepping
And deal with the mess
Embrace the now & all it comes with
Cry, write, discuss, pray, breathe
Repeat
Now
Not one day when
He asked the question… a stranger
“Who told you since
you were little you
had to be strong?”
Everyone
But not
Right NOW
strengthdefined 