There is a certain strength in a pair of lonely feet. Inspite of a deep sense of being alone in trying to come to terms with a dark shadow of a horror or in trying to meet a rosy line of a lighter moment of life; there is a certain strength in a pair of lonely feet.
A pair of lonely feet that learns never to lean much on any human mortality.
A pair of lonely feet that learn strength not of a born kind but the kind that is made.
The kind of strength that is made when there is no one around to notice withheld tears.
The kind of strength that is made when there is no one to hear your silent scream at the reliving of a horror.
The kind of strength that is made when there is no one to sense you struggle a walk.
That's the strength that finally makes the real 'you' again, the strength that makes you want to fight every tear, every taunting memory, every sleepless moment.
That's quite a certain strength you hold in a pair of lonely feet , a strength that teaches you to crush all that unmade you under a sense of a ground that may not be necessarily under your feet.
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