She’s the strongest person I know, and no, she’s not a wrestler or a bodybuilder or even a heavyweight.
Yet she’s strong enough to hold her tongue in the face of arguments and fights and prevent it from speaking harsh and hurtful words, even though they deserve to be said.
She’s strong enough to rein in temptation even when it tugs at her and begs her to go astray.
She’s strong enough to push down her anger, jealousy and envy even as they bubble up righteously.
She’s strong enough to control her thoughts when they cross the grey lines between good and bad.
She’s strong enough to love unconditionally without expecting anything in return.
She’s strong enough hold back tears even though they long to be released, because to spill them would mean to cause hurt to those who love her.
She’s strong enough to let go, when all she wants is to hold on for dear life.
She weighs nothing, yet she’s the heaviest burden I bear; for I carry her around all the time, everywhere, as a figment of my imagination.
She’s the kind of person I hope to be, yet know will never become!
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