Strength

Strength.
A foreign concept,
Known not to most.
Shackled and chained,
Worn from your ghost.

The tears that you cry,
Collect in a pool behind.
To be pulled and pulled,
Till all sorrows aligned.

You bend,
You fall.
Give up,
You wish to end it all.

Then you look back,
And you see.
The strength you gained,
You're stronger now,
And the world agrees.

Your world is changing,
You're caught in between.
You cant figure out what's next,
You keep your head up,
But you're only sixteen.

You can take off your mask,
Burn downs those walls.
It's okay to feel weak,
It's okay to walk those halls.

Strength is tricky she is,
Quick to hide.
Buried she lays,
Deep inside.

She comes when you need her,
Not every single day.
My least favorite reminder,
That it's okay to not be okay.