Yeah! It's POETRY TIME AGAIN :-)
“Strength”
That visitor of strength I love to hate,
Although I adore you most of time and look at you in awe,
You’re so decided so sure of your direction,
You often leave me in the dust to deal with the pain,
I feel like such an undecided fool,
I need you to come and plant roots in my mind,
Never abandon me again,
Help me to decipher between all the right and wrong,
Give me the strength to heal and thrive,
Don’t leave me on the edge living in greyness,
Let me see things through vivid laughing eyes,
I need that armored shell of strength surrounding me,
Because with it, I will flourish!
Written by Becky Illson-Skinner
September 8, 1996
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