On Strength

Nature tells us who is stronger

and who is weaker.

Life whispers the same.

Society repeats it louder.

But which one is true?

The version with no polish,

no performance,

no convenient lies—

the one stripped bare.

Where does true strength live?

On the inside,

quiet and unseen?

Or on the outside,

visible, undeniable?

Maybe it lives in both.

Maybe in neither.

Maybe it shifts

between what we endure

and what we reveal.

All I know is this—

Strength is not measured in peace,

when nothing tests you.

Nor is it proven by war alone,

where survival is instinct.

Strength is measured

by the length of conversations you can hold—

how long you can stay,

how far you can expand,

how wide you allow your mind

and your heart

to grow