I dropped to my knees for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day. I couldn’t do this anymore. I should have known I wasn’t strong enough.
I clenched my eyes shut, shoulders slumped, defeat in every line of my body. I never had been strong enough, it had never been me. Always, always I had borrowed the strength from others. Without someone to lean on, I just couldn’t stand. It was pathetic, so pathetic. I was so pathetic.
My whole being went rigid at my last thought, finally accepting the truth. I couldn’t do this, I just couldn’t. Sweat and tears mingled as they rolled down my cheeks.
That was when something inside me snapped. I yanked off the padded gloves and wrapped bandages around my knuckles. I wasn’t strong, it was true. But that would change. I wiped my cheeks, grit my teeth, and forced myself to my feet.
If I wasn’t strong enough, I would grow strong enough.
 Faith-Hoping-Love · Tue Nov 18, 2008 @ 12:20am · 0 Comments |
