I am strong in the ways that don't show. For instance, I don't think I've ever said before that I am strong. It is not that kind of strength that does not at times cry or even fall to its knees. It is not the kind of strength that does not feel its feelings. I feel my fear but I do not succumb to it. I feel despair but do not succumb to it. Hopelessness knows that it may come to me when it needs a hug and I will always be there to lift it up. Love comes and goes without restraint or measure. I am open not closed. I am accepting not rejecting. I am inclusive not exclusive. I am strong thing, strong like the willow tree.
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