If someone asked you what your strongest part of you is,

What would you say?

Would you say your arms,

As they lift up and carry around your destiny?

Would you say your legs,

As they hold you, and lead you down the path of fate?

Would you say your head,

As it is where all thoughts come from, which makes you live?

Or would you say your heart,

As it circulates your blood through you, that keeps you alive?

A thought occurred to me,

In which I answered the question.

I am a person, who could not lift my destiny to high,

I am a person, who could not stand to long with fate on my back,

I am a person, who is not a genius of my era,

I am a person, who has an easily shattered heart,

But I solved the question,

In which all these weaknesses are made strengths.

In the end, despite every one weakness,

I had something many people fail to recognize.

The part of me that is my strength,

Is my will.

Despite my lack of physical strength,

Despite my average mental capacity,

Despite my lack of emotional stability,

I had a reason to live.

In which despite how weak I may be,

I will never be broken.

With broken bones,

With a limited mind,

With watery eyes,

I will live on,

I will strive to continue on,

I will follow my dreams,

And prove that I can continue on,

Despite the losses I may occur.