My Strength is a line
Precisely balanced between the two points
Of present time and state of mind.
Under some light,
It gleams like an iron rod
Alloyed with strength and virtue.
Under different light,
Shines like that of a dewy spider web
Tinted with strength and vulnerability.
Sometimes the line
Threatens to fall or shatter,
But I always pick it back up
Within a few days or years.
As long as the two points in space
Of that of my blazing mind
And the flow of time exist
My Strength, my line, cannot disappear.