To be weak is to be strong
Our toughest battles are fought alone
Power is to have forgone
One pursuit of strength, is angels syndrome

Our wounds heal while shown
Hidden not from our fear
Accepting of the unknown
Trauma’s fight is nothing new

Hurt attacks with disgust and regret
Striking of our weakest parts
Acceptance defends with passion and content
We do feel hurt.

Shown scars look the most
Deep gashes strike deepest.