Short Story Collection

Code of Strength

a

weakness.

you seem to believe that is all i am;

a weakness that plagues your senses,

that plagues your life—

a weakness that many would exploit,

but

you

forget,

that is not what

or who

i am.

i am the strength you feel when i am

threatened,

i am the smiles

and the laughs

and the happiness you feel whenever the world has been saved—

whenever i have been saved.

i am the power you carry when proving you will not be beaten,

i am the hearts of all those who mean everything to you,

of everyone you work hard to protect.

but

you still believe me to be weak

when, in fact, i am the very opposite.

and pushing me away,

pushing those that care for you away,

will never turn your perception of me into any version of strength you

create.

you need

me

as i am.

and only when you accept that,

can i truly begin to help heal

your aching

heart.