Strength

 

[Photo Credits: Varied and Anonymous.
'Face' Credit: Shachi! =D
Editing: Yours Truly =)]

I am a woman.

And my strength is rarely recognized for what it is.

For it lies, surprisingly, in my ability to cry.

I weep, and sob, and pour my heart out into my tears. I celebrate every triumph, and mourn every distress. I feel every emotion, and I feel every shade and tint and hue that each one has to offer.

And when the men in my life break, and crash, and burn, and crumble under the onslaught of their own emotions, I will be there – strong, sturdy, dependable.

Because I would have tasted every flavour of feeling there is to taste, and faced every fury of feeling there is to face, and survived every devastation brought by feeling there is to survive, and will still be standing. Alive.

And all because I have the ability to cry.

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