My Strength Is Made of Heartache

My strength is made of heartache.
I - the lone rose that sprouted from the concrete.
My home -trampled under the masses.
My beauty - overlooked.

Regardless, I sprouted, I blossomed, I flourished - because my strength is made from years of pain, from countless promises broken, from endless battles fought.

My strength is made of tears sprinkled on my face like fresh morning dew.

My strength is made of heartache, an uncomfortable but welcomed aqcuaintance because without it, strength of this caliber would not exist.

I don't ever halt in the face of adversity. I smile, I breathe deeply and I proceed. Because the only way out is UP and when you start from the bottom you can't be afraid to fall.