Michael James Robert Parkes
Strength - Poem by Michael James Robert Parkes
The weakness that rests inside of me rests not when strength summons me to be.
So foreign is even the word 'strength' to me these days.
I think back to when I was a child and such strength found it's way in everything I did.
I see that same strength now, in other youths.
Can one regain such strength?
Can innocence never be equaled or even challenged?
I think it can be.
In weakness, there are those times when strength, adventure, love, tears and all that is good reaches to me, not from beyond, but from within.
Does that not speak a multitude.
Strength, all strengths, is something from within and something we will never be without.
These strenghts are not to quell with, but to foster.
We all know truly what is good, somewhere within.
Do not be lied to, for in that which lies within God has set truth.
Believe it and live it and listen to your heart, where it all resides.
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