Weak?

For years, I thought I was somewhat weak.

I allowed certain situations

and environments to take over.

Yet something inside of me,

stayed hopeful and optimistic…

I always saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

Now, with time I wonder -

was I really weak?

My strength grew from the hardships,

the difficulties, the disappointments…

more importantly,

strength grew when I had every reason

to want to throw the towel in and didn't.

No experience was weak…

it was purposeful in order to be here today.