a twisted roadsign, bent but not broken

Strong, bent, not broken

What you think it means to be strong, is not the same for me.

Where you might see softness, I can find strength.

Where you think you’ve found weakness, I can see depth.

If I can stand, I’ll stand with others.

If I fall, I’ll be okay. I’ll get up again. This bit I’ve got. That part is strong.

If you fall, I’ll try and help you. And if I can’t, I’ll stand by you.

Strength is not how you see me.

Strength is how I am, how I live.

Strong is not what you think. It’s not yours to give.

It’s mine. It’s me.