Strength doesn’t come from
all that you hold.
It comes from what you unravel.
From what you give to the air.
From what you unfold.
It comes from all
you pull from the
depths of your seas
and simply place down
on your shore.
Strength comes from
allowing yourself to be open,
and light again.
It comes from deciding
not to carry
the dead weight
of old storms anymore.
-Victoria Erickson. Rhythms and Roads.
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