A Constant Reminder 💭

Strength isn’t just a word it’s a skill

It’s not just a copy of a common inspiration

This isn’t just a word so let me describe through my eyes its connotation

When I look down I want to remember what I have never let myself lose

I want to remind myself that despite the task

What’s broken must be fixed & strengths the tool I choose to use

Broadcastings dead

Many casually assume before they know

Can’t point out a weakness

cause my weakness

is something I tend to struggle to show

Till I realized

maybe I should though

I've realized expressions don’t turn me weak.

Let me repeat that

My expressions do not make me weak

I am who I am because my world shaped me

I’ve grown how I’ve grown cause I ain’t let it break me

I’ve reached where I’ve reached cause these limbs did no faking

& I’ve shown what I’ve shown regardless of who hates me

I’ve watched what I’ve watched yea it’s stuck in my mind

I’ve acted how I acted sometimes I love & act blind

But despite all that , when you ask me I stg that “im fine”

may lie now cry later when there’s a door & I’m behind

But that’s my strength talking

Sometimes it looks like a wall desperate to be knocked down but entirely way more afraid to fall

Sometimes its how my eyes gloss over when I’m holding back emotion

how my hands shake in a room full of people

But I persevere

my pale skin turning bright red

& how they tend to point it out like I don’t feel my blood creating a hot flash

but I take deep breaths

In & out

I breath in positive, calm thoughts through my nose

& I let the negativity & nerves out through my lips

Breathing slowly, steady paced

Despite how it looks, feels, or is interpreted

It’s there

My strength exists

Within the expressions of my weaknesses

My strength exists

In my skin, on my wrist

A Constant Reminder.