A poem about strength

Strength is distinguishing alive from dead;

Bullets barely grazing the side of your head. 

Strength is walking in a new direction;

A rusty swing constantly in motion.

Strength is the scenery changing as you pass;

Not bothering to sweep up the broken glass. 

Strength is your fingers flying across the piano keys;

The opportunities you never had guts to seize. 

Strength is putting away dusty photo frames;

No more crying when you hear certain names. 

Strength is the determination to breathe and float;

The lifting of the oars to row the boat.

Strength is smiling at the blistering heat;

Running until your heart forgets how to beat.

Strength is a bridge formed by differences;

Being pulled closer the longer the distance.

Strength is the bruises turning a murky yellow;

Jumping despite unawareness of what's below.

Strength is having a voice louder than thunder;

Standing in harsh winds without as much as a shudder.

Strength is the pride and love for your inner soul;

The continuous burning of fire against the cold.

Strength is lifting your knees up from the ground;

Your chin to the sky, no more looking down.

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I can go on and on forever because strength comes in so many forms, but I shall stop here.