I am the new steel
hard when i need
soft and flexible when i wish
pliable
bendable
but not breakable
like the willow tree
swaying in the wind
the strongest core cannot be broken
except by the toughest of storms
you are not the worst storm I've encountered
nor will you likely be the last
and so i bend
but when you lose strength
i regain mine own
and stand tall once again
awaiting the next onslaught
and so i am
strong, deep, unending
giving like i bend
but not until i break
demanding a strong wind
to try to sweep me away
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