Strength

Its like putting on that armor, standing right in the between the battle field, a sword protecting the heart. Its like standing firm, with solid metal around with mirrors in front; facing whatever comes. Whatever it is, it will reflect back whatever comes, leaving me unharmed.

There is strong aura around. You feel it emerging from me, like the brilliant rays of the sun. Too bright for you to see and too easy to feel.

I'm the black hole for pessimism.

Once I believe in it totally, there is no stopping. This is the beauty of strength. And strength gives determination.

I radiate bubbling optimism, full of energy. You can soak into it and pick it oozing from me, like the heat from the sun.

Too bright and beautiful. Too strong and powerful.

This is my strength.