The Softness of Strength - Sveta

Updated: Oct 13, 2018




The Softness of Strength

What does it mean to be strong? I have wrestled with this question often and it seems as if my answers always conflict with each other. There have been times in my life, where I was certain that strength looked like being armor clad and ready for war. It looked like disbanding and forming my fortress of solitude, constructing my barrier of brokenness to hide behind. Even so, there have been times when strength was destroying those feeble facades and letting people see me, wounds and all. I have been both. I have held my weapons close, ready to go to war, but I have known the strength that comes from bearing my truth. At one point, my tendency to close off and to isolate kept me alive, it gave me a way survive -- I am still learning, but I have found the strength to do more than just get by, in choosing to be raw, unguarded, and holding my messy truths that are so intricately apart of me.




“I am still learning, but I have found the strength to do more than just get by, in choosing to be raw, unguarded, and holding my messy truths that are so intricately apart of me.”


the softness of strength by s.p.


what do you think of, when you think of unbreakable?

a force to be reckoned with?

an unmistakable illustration of rigor and resilience?


see the trees, dressed in their carved out armor,

burrowing their roots in darkness,

and breathing out life from dust.

but, they still sway as the wind pushes against them

and the branches still slouch against the weight of rain.


what do you think of, when you think of unbreakable?

a beacon of strength; steel & stone?

an embodiment of fortitude.

see, the mountains, they do not shiver

in the bleak and bitterness,

fixed and ingrained in the very fabric and framework of the earth.

yet, they still crack and crumble,

split, as they surrender to the gales of heaven.


what do you think of, when you think of unbreakable?

perhaps, the art of strength is found in being breakable;

see, the trees, the mountains

they break,

they crumble,

they fall,

but they remain;

and so will you. Written by Sveta Petty

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