Strength

Strength is not about never giving up

It's not about swimming up

It's about the flood

The water submerges your right lung

And you fight for the left one

It's about giving up and inhaling the smoke

It's about self-destruction and a gentle stroke

Of your hair by the hand of the devil

And you see it and feel it but you let it

It's about letting go and abandoning your soul

Your home is flooded and the furniture in it

Is all made of wood, soaked and damaged by crystallized, neglected thin pieces

Of self-hatred, and it feels like there's no chance at all

To regain this little part of your organ, the left lung, the right heart, the centered soul

Strength is about the flood

And it's a tsunami you take in with all the weakness in your solid blood

And after all of it is gone, you build back the city where you were born

It's about the construction and the renewal

Never think of yourself as your inner friend

We all abandon ourselves, and it's the weakness that makes the strength

Part of the power of your soul