strong

hallway, dairy lane

Where does it come from, strength? Is it something we are given? Something we find. Or do we earn it. A badge of honor kind of thing.

I wonder. Can we be strong, bravely facing the wind, staring down monsters fearlessly? And fragile [curling up our variegated petals when frost descends].

Can experience wrap a kind of toughness around a gentle core? A stoic peacefulness, yielding to the hard things, gracefully. A sort of conscious defeat.

Just how strong am I. And how strong do I want to become?