Consequence of Strength

I know what I am

I am strong

I am confident

I can snap your bones like twigs

I can leave you limp and writhing

No, I am not a street fighter

If you saw me, you’d think I was a joke

But I am a fighter

I do not compete

I have no desire for a shiny belt around my waist

I fight with a spirit I wear behind my face

Some say if I get in the zone,

I have the eye of the tiger

Speed, stealth, and fire

Burning with a passion within, an ongoing mystery

They say I am a shadow warrior

That I can bend within the darkness, remaining silent and feline

I can slay with words from my tongue that is a double-edged sword

Sometimes though, it’s silence that wins

When people call me pretty

Or that my eyes are bewitching

I am not fooled,

I am no victim of the lies

Yes, people are loving, sensitive, and kind

However, they can be very cruel

Playing the strings of your heart

Damaging your mind

In the valley of death, I find strength through Him

I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me

But the hardest part of being strong is that everyone can see

Seldom would they think to ask if anything was bothering me

Bearing deadweight is the worst of them all

You may think it’s silly, or get mad about the truth

But even the lion looks up to a starry sky

Asking about the circle of life

Yes, there is a consequence to strength

It’s the shock on their face

When they see the weary lion take its final rest in the cave

We all have our limits

We are all battling our own demons

Eventually the river runs dry

There’s no more fuel, no fire to ignite

Yet no one can see that deadness,

You’re zombified face disguised

Because the ones who bare strength

Refuse to lie on their face

They keep looking up to the eyes of their fate

Yes, there is a consequence to strength