I resist
Because my thought is a seed
and like every seed it should not die
no matter of the judgement of people around

I endure
because my strength is to exist
coherent, yet changing and evolving

I stand still
feeling and aware
trusting and not battling

If it is to be seen
as weakness

Then call me weak:
i am Strong of it.

I wrote this some time ago, i am proud of it, it is still me to the essence, more than it ever was.
Because I re read my words and I cry: weak, bent, beaten, and not understanding life