Some may think it’s funny,
While others play along.
Many flex their muscles,
But who is truly strong?

She who smiles
When met with zero,
She who acts
As her own hero,

She who triumphs
When life grows hard,
She who enchants
Despite being scarred.

The compassionate friend
In a world of killers;
A charming word;
A steadfast pillar;

The flower in the riot
Who will not be trampled;
The passionate power
That sets an example;

A soothing image
With colors bold;
A warmth so real
That you want to hold;

The type of girl
You love to watch thrive,
The kind of soul
You just know will survive. Poem: Surviving Soul 1

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