I am strong.
I don't mean lift a hundred pounds strong,
I mean I have picked up my own shattered pieces and put myself back together strong.
I mean I have looked my wrecker in the eyes and said I love you.
Because I do.
Though it might seem weak to someone who doesn't understand,
who's never known that kind of strength,
They might misconstrue it.
But if I could show them the beams that made my life
and the beams that collapsed it, they might forgive the builder.
Because we are all apprentices once and expertise is both a combination of time and experiences.
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