She found her strength not so much in the pen..but in the words that flowed from within. The power to craft, refine and hone, a skill derived from hours if not days of work.
They say you only get out what you put in, muscles take time to develop build…she smiled there was some truth in that…her strength came from within…gratefully received.
Sat bemused by her new found skill, it had taken a while to find her rhythm…like riding a bike, there had been a few stop starts, yet she proceeded to get up and try again…tomorrow the naysayers whispered..no today she cried…and so it was…she say down and wrote the word.
Strength is when you’re too tired to get up..but get up anyway.
Strength is putting your best foot forward, strength is saying no when you mean yes… when times are troubling and the mind needs to rest…
Strength is support when all else fails, and you rail, and rise.
Strength is believing the truth when facing lies.
Strength is sorrow, despair and grief rolled into one.
Strength is the desire to overcome.