poetry

Strength; a poem by Isabelle Denka

Strength is a flower that blooms in our darkest hour.

Under sheets of black it’s the one thing we think we lack.

But it’s the one thing we share because we all have our own burdens to bear.

We take all of might and weave ourselves so tight and think that is strength, but strength is light.

In the purest form to help us weather our worst storm.

Because strength isn’t stones, rocks, or broken bones

but a flower at your feet bloomimg with the colors of your soul, colors that can’t be beat by the white of the snow or the magnificent colors of the rainbow.

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