I have tread lightly, I have spoken softly

I will not lay down and die

I have faced the fire, crossed your line

None can conquer I

Some might say it strengthens the spirit

Taking the road less traveled by

I can say without hesitation

This is not a lie

Strength is such a tricky thing

Seems that it is a curse

Being the one that never falters

Has made me the one that cries first

A plea, perhaps, is what I need

Some aide in my endeavor

For what is it to bleed

While I stitch the wound together

A scab is what has formed now

Around the sutures of the hole

Then in place of the skin

A scar will soon unfold

Nothing more than a reminder

Nothing less than the strength

Than it takes to keep from picking

At it’s never ending length