Strength or Weakness?

Strength is keeping my head straight,

moving on, never second guessing fait.

Pride is going even when knowing.

Courage is going even with the fear of not knowing.

I throw myself forward, move myself along.

My feet never fail me; but what if my direction is wrong?

What if my strength cannot grasp

failure — to chance never leaving the past.

I run away to be free,

to detach from the grief you’ve given me.

But maybe not turning around is a chance I might miss.

Maybe my strength, all along, is my weakness.


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