You were never weak, dear soul.
Not for one moment, not for one breath,
Not even when the relentless dark persisted
Unforgivingly casting shadows of doubt in your mind
About your innate goodness, your brightness of soul,
Even during the nights you fell apart in quiet agony
Feverishly piecing together fragments of a broken heart,
You were never weak, you were never frail.
Tenacity glows in the puddles of your footprints
Left behind after trudging through a resistance of storms
Grace lingers in the ground where you shed your tears
Leaving a trail of vibrant wildflowers behind
And whether by force or willing compliance,
You have walked the bitter path painfully but resolved
A force for betterment in a world of stagnancy
Tired but not hopeless
Refined but not lost
Toughened by experience
A heart wisened but soft.
The Therapy of Words 