I was strong . . . or so I thought.
As the mighty oak in my yard,
Yet it was taken by the storm
While the seemingly fragile pine survived!
Perhaps we define fragile wrongly . . .
From Whom comes your true strength?
By Martha L Shaw ©2016
I was strong . . . or so I thought.
As the mighty oak in my yard,
Yet it was taken by the storm
While the seemingly fragile pine survived!
Perhaps we define fragile wrongly . . .
From Whom comes your true strength?
By Martha L Shaw ©2016
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Sometimes it is not so much being strong, as being able to bend and twist with the wind, and storm. To dodge the bullets and go with the flow. Interesting thoughts. Thanks for sharing.
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I totally agree with your view. It’s a thought provoking poem and the question is not how strong we are but how able are we to roll with the storm.
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[…] Strength in fragility: our strength lies not in being strong during the stormy season, but in our grace to bend and roll with the waves. Short, beautiful, thought-provoking poem. […]
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A thought provoking poem. The ability to bend (compromise)and then stand tall may be stronger in the long run.
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