Strength has been categorized by the number of times you refuse to cry,
Strength has been misunderstood for the number of times you pretend to be okay.
Since when has vulnerability become a sin?
Who made the rule "not to cry" when everyone's watching?
Everyone cries!
So why can't a soldier?
Can I not scream in pain when I've beaten my tongue, or dashed my foot against a rock?
Can I not bleed when I've been shot?
We all want to be seen,
We all want to be heard.
We're buried in our thoughts; our minds have become foster homes to pain and guilt.
"EVERYONE CRIES" it's no theory that's yet to be proven.
Why can't I feel pain and also lack the words to express it?
Is the feeling of wanting to be good enough weird?
Is the feeling of needing to be noticed, loved and cared for prohibited?
I am being asked if I am truly broken; if I was really betrayed...
Yes!
I have heard people say;
MY WEAKNESS = MY STRENGTH (weakness produces strength)
Hmmm, I now understand.
The only times I've grown were the times I intentionally admitted to myself how little I was and how urgently I needed to make growth my process.
EVERYONE CRIES- vulnerability isn't weakness,
Vulnerability is being subject to emotions,
Vulnerability = real human!
"How strong are you, little miss soldier?" A notorious criminal asked me right before I executed him by sending a bullet through his skull. It's been three years since then, but that question's still stuck in my head.
How can the question of a dead man still hunt me?
How can a man who died before his death question my existence, my strength, my career?
How strong are you,Willow? I can't believe I now throw this question at myself.
I am not a hundred percent strong; and being a soldier...I can't say I am hundred percent human.
Only a dead person can kill, right?
Only a heartless person can take the life of a human,
Only an unrepentant person can swim in a pool of blood without remorse.
I took down a hundred and five men with a grenade,
I have taken lives with guns and knives...but none of these have made me strong; none of these have given me the slightest feel of strength.
I consider myself weak,
But I am making my weakness a start to strength...
Was Rome built in a day?
CHAPTER END
NO! Rome wasn't built in a day, so please let me grow in stages.
How strong are you?
How strong am I?
How strong does everyone think they are?
For how long does one think they can maintain strength?
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