Growing up strong

Hitching rides

And their melancholy cries

Sing in the night

For all my days

I shall never feel the same

For growing up strong

Is truly, purely…

Not a game

_(La, La,_

_La, La)_

It is truly

Not A

Game

_(La, La,_

_La, La)_

And to hear their raspy voices

And to see their tear-stained face!

I know it’s not the truth

But why can’t they—

Feel the same?

For growing up stron...

Growing strong

Frost gnaws on my flesh

Beneath my winter coat

Snow embedded into my bone

Tearing open my muscle

Hope of replacing it with sheer cold

But I stand in front of her

Praying I can hold my ground

And remain undeterred

Her tongue though

It’s made out of ice

I will not escape her winter...

Growing strong.

Strong is not just muscles and physical strength, so what does it mean?

Strong is having faith in a better world, the unknown and it is having confidence in yourself and trusting your instincts.

Strong is believing in yourself and having determination to make your dreams come true.

Strong is never giving up, even in your darkest hours when life seems too much, you never give ...

Growing strong is a

balancing act of one’s heart

and one’s ambitions....

Growing strong

From fire and steel

Skin forged by metal fibres

And reinforced

By impenetrable armour

So that flesh is never breached

By enemy invaders

But brittle are the bones

Beneath the framework

Woven from glass thread

And paper pins

This model

It seems

Is only strong

Until it is

Weak...

Worry not, my love,

your scars will heal over,

and new skin will erase

the memories

that haunt you

in your waking hours.

And your voice

will lose the shakiness,

that projects your emotions

into the stratosphere.

And your heart

will calm itself,

and give you a moment of peace,

for the first time in years,

since you were cut down

when you were still green.

Worry not, my love,

that pain isn’t you...

growing strong

can be

growing together.

can be

growing apart.

growing strong

should be

a journey of the heart.

...

Once upon a time there live an girl named Lucy.she had a mother called Mira.They both lived happy even without Lucy’s dad after he had left them behind to marry a richer woman just because they were not enough money to him.one day Lucy said to her mother “can I go and play outside please mommy.” Her mother (Mira) said “yes as long as she would come back at dinner time.”when Lucy went outside she f...

Growing strong

My past behind me

My future ahead

No longer letting people drag me down

Those in my way

Shall be left in the dust

My shoes covered in mud

Pack on my back

Don’t look back ...

growing strong

or growing cold—

which is the best way

to escape your hold?

do i sprout a spine

and tell you we’re through?

or do i ignore your control

and simply make do?

if i gain enough courage

to leave you forever,

that could break my heart

but also my fetters.

or if i stay in your embrace

and simply endure

yes, my cold heart will be numb—

but frozen things shatter.

growing strong wil...