Steady.
I Am.
Experienced. Weathered. Aged.
Eroded. Refined.
Call it what you will.
I AM steady.
The rains come.
The sun beats down.
The breezes blow.
They, too, are steady.
Constant. Predictable.
Sometimes fierce.
They rush, pierce, gust.
I stand.
Proud. Confident. Capable. Strong.
I flex.
I bend.
I do not break.
I’ve grown past that frailty.
Matured.
Roots firmly planted, growing inward, upward.
Steady, I take what I need. Give back in return.
Balanced.
Solid at my core.
Steady.
I AM.
