A Quiet Strength

Pray not for luck or magic
But for quiet strength
No kicking and screaming
No dark despair

To be bruised, but not broken
Content, not resigned
My face to the wind,
I do not fall.

A student of life's hardships
A teacher of hidden treasures
No enemies, no punishment,
Only lessons
Peace, my own reward.

Like a flower's surrender
In the dead of winter
Weighted down with snow
Knowing there will be spring.