They Say.. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A sturdy oak, they say I stand,
With a will that's firm, a steady hand.
Life's storms have shaped me, made me grow,
And in myself, I've learned to know.

No fear of mountains, steep and high,
I'll climb them with a hopeful eye.
Through troubles deep, I forge ahead,
With courage in my heart, unsaid.

They see a rock, that will not bend,
A spirit strong, until the end.
But deep inside, a quiet plea,
For gentleness, to set me free.

A shield I wear, to guard my soul,
From hurts that make me feel less whole.
So strength and softness, intertwined,
A balance I must seek and find.