Outside the waves break against the shore while inside
I’m lonely, not for the first time but for the first time I am letting myself admit it. I am alone, not for the first time but for the first time I did it on purpose. and maybe the times before it was on purpose too. I cannot decide if I am strong because I have hardened over the many years, or if the strength is in realizing that I never was, but always able to be. I am strong in the same way that I can recite the deafening words of Sartre and the estranged ideals of Nietz. I am strong in the same way that I can strum chords on a guitar. I am strong in the same way that my garden is pruned. I am strong in the same way the wind in a storm is strong and I am also strong like the branches in a storm that break like they aren’t strong at all. I am strong like rye whiskey, like mint leaves on my temples the next morning. I am strong like a callus and like the skin beneath. I am strong in the mirror, I am strong in the dark. I am strong in my loneliness because I am strong alone. I am strong because I am well learned I am strong because I am well practiced I am strong because I am also weak and that’s all fine with me.
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