Strangely Stronger
Circumstances controlling the cauldron
stirred through with malicious content
and yet that is the path that was forced upon you.
That was the path you never chosen,
but there you are.
Its filled with pits that make you simply cry
but no one is there to wipe your tears.
Its filled with traps that enrage the core of your soul,
but yet there is no hammer for you to throw at your rage.
In your mind you hear the voice telling you to press your way through
and you just keep going and going.
Time passes and seasons change
and as you look back you see
your muscles are bigger,
your strength has grown.
Yes, you still cry its just now you can
now your tears seem to help.
You are stronger than you knew,
because you went through hell,
then you grew.
Strangely stronger.
Copyright © Miranda Hawley | Year Posted 2021
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