Good begets comfort zones
Bad true strength
Strength does not thrive
On a thousand friends
facebook traffic, orkut spaces
or in intact circles
Strength never is
In hands you hold
in shoulders grief leans on
or in warm embrace
Strength never can be
on supported feet
crutches of a hundred companions
or in outside shelters
Such marks comfort zones
strength true ever is
under your loneliest feet
that grit of mind in
a million dollar loneliness
in dead dads, frozen moms
in broken trust
Strength true ever will be
born from the darkest despair
True...I think it is in you... hats off to a lady of grit.
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