Strong Enough

I'm trying to be strong. In every facet.

I am trying to be physically strong, conditioning my body to be able to stealthily carry my being around. Able to control at least the physical bounds of my existence.

I am trying to be strong of will power. Attempting to stay put, focused, on the virtual mountains of neurons, tracts, and matter while the worlds around me try to steal my attention. The cyber world with its fortress of movies, TV shows, Facebook Newsfeeds and YouTube uploads. It's most potent weapon? Glimpses of the world I left behind, sounds of my mother, family, friends. The physical world with its ocean breeze cajoling me with promises of crashing waves and refreshing mist. With its penetrating sunlight, soaking into the pores of my skin, promising warmth after a cool ocean swim. And then my own world, a war zone of conflicting heartache, vows of friendship, and twisted, confused, rational thought.

I am trying to be strong of faith. Imaan, the cloak of power, shielding me from scrapes and scars as I battle my way through. I am trying to be strong enough to need only to bow down to feel the weight of the world sliding down my shoulders and drip onto the earth beneath me.

I am trying to be a strong person,unscathed, unmarred. Strong enough to face any challenge.

Bring whats next, sticks and stones, words and foes. I am going to be strong enough.

and I'll do it without turning to stone.