Illusion

Seems to me
‘tis a fine line between
strength
and habit;
they may be easily confused
by the outside observer
is the ocean mighty,
making boulders into sand?
or merely persistent,
unable to do other than what it does
what it has always done?

If you asked it
“How do you manage it?”
would it disavow any knowledge
and continue its rise and fall
and continue through fall and winter
and continue breathing with the moon;
can there be strength without choice?

In spite
my heart continues to beat
my lungs continue to breathe
my eyes continue to open each morning
my world continues to turn
in spite of what happened,
or
perhaps
in spite of me

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