Is that what it is?
That resilience to keep pushing through despite the anxiety?
The way I gotta laugh a little despite being pissed off at max capacity?
That little burn in my heart that won't let me call it quits?
Or that little strike of patience when I'm at the end of my wits?
The little sun within me that shines when I'm cloudy?
The little chain that holds me back when adrenaline overcomes me?
The force that makes me accept all of my physical flaws?
That thing that lets me eventually tell myself I was wrong?
What makes my heart beat when my life is without song?
The faith that I'll make it through despite the bleeding?
That force that stops the vultures relying on my death for feeding?
Is that what lets me move on in the face of rejection?
Is that what makes me stand head high in objection?
Is that the rope that pulls me along, despite the length?
Is that what this all is? This all is strength?
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