Week 1. Thank you God for not making me a weak one. You truly created me though-Indeed weak so that i would go to you for strength. Strength is not only in appearance of immense masculinity or what today’s time would call divine femininity, it’s in your ability to persevere; It’s In OUR ability to keep going in moments of vulnerability. I love my mom’s saying. I must’ve heard it a million times. “Who are you when nobody’s looking?” Sometimes we’re so scared to be what we were created to be, we look for someone else in the mirror. We change our face when the camera’s on us. My whole life I’ve felt like the weak one, only to grow into the person who’s still alive and become the weak one finally. I was stronger before when you were here. I find strength hiding in obscure spots and just as fast as i find you-you escape me. You must be related to love..
Akin to Love you’re inside me, i can feel you welling up-Ready to conquer the landscape, but alas; you’re just a weak one and you constantly overlook the fountain that quenches and replenishes you’re strength you prideful, irresponsible- I don’t even want to elaborate further on what i could go on and on about what you are but that’s what you’ll remain. Weak. Since week one, Since day 1. You harvest the fruits of your labor before- don’t you remember you were premature, so in your life were you ever mature enough to understand the concept of patience? Or is that just relevant when you’re in your gown wandering the hallways thinking life just began.
I can’t look in the mirror sometimes and you bask in it, i wake up in your skin… you weak one…
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