The Measure of Strength

In the times that she cried
with the ways that she died
Through the lessons she heard
about lines that were blurred
Under her breath she slurred
What is the measure of strength


Never fearing
Reappearing
when life gets tough
Always laughing
Freely chaffing
without fear of truth


She'd surface from her cave
picture her waiting grave
The sun glows brightly
concealed by unsightly
images seen nightly
What is the measure of strength

Always breaking
Tears and shaking
but not giving up
Never hating
Still relating
to those you're against

She is strength
Each time she holds on when no one else would
She is strength
Despite being plainly misunderstood
She is strength
She is strength
She is a measure of strength

The End

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