to be

i dream of never being called strong.

a strength that knows no end,

or possesses no beginning.

a strength that aches in my bones,

and hollows in the cracks of my chest.

a strength that begins in my fingertips,

dissipating in the tunnels of my veins.

i dream of never being called weak.

a weakness expressed through,

shuddered breathes and a turn of face.

a weakness never verbalised,

or spoken into existence.

a weakness that doubles in my genes as

x marks the spot where i found it in me.

i dream of being.

that is all that i desire in totality.

without weakness or strength.

to be what i am to become.

in weakness and in strength.

- @shufah