True strength

True strength, I’ve learned, is in quiet and still,
A patient heart, a tempered will.
It doesn’t rush or seek to prove,
It moves with calmness, a steady groove.
Be patient with all, but most with yourself,
Don’t hurry through life or measure by wealth.
Do all things gently, let calmness abide,
Hold onto your peace when storms rage outside.
For nothing is as strong as a gentle hand,
Or a heart that can truly understand.
True strength doesn’t crush, it doesn’t compete,
It lifts others up; it’s kind and discreet.
A strong soul isn’t built on strife,
But finds its joy in sharing time.
Not in defeating, but standing tall,
Supporting others, giving your all.
Strength isn’t loud; it whispers with grace,
It softens the edges, it finds its place.
It’s learning to slow, to pause and see,
The beauty around, the peace you can be.
So, don’t compare, let go of the race,
Be gentle with yourself, find your space.
With gentleness comes a power divine—
A quiet strength that will always shine.