Strength.

Sometimes we pride ourselves on a strength. 

We hold onto it as if it is our only protection. 

We display it. 

We use it often and feel ashamed when we have failed too.

We harden it until it is unbreakable. 

We hide behind it and we let nobody see it's fault. 

When in fact it is our greatest weakness. 

It's what will break us should we ever relax it. 

It's a front to what is really at our core. 

Nothing but a hard shell that makes what is inside all the more fragile. 

It screams that we are strong only because without it we would become undone. 

We must uphold it at every moment. 

Never loosing control, never taking a breathe. 

Constantly repairing every tiny fracture before it breaks apart completely. 

If only we could take it down and cast it so far away that we could not take it up again. 

If only we could hand it over to the one who's strength is far greater then our own. 

Then the most broken and fragile places inside us would be strengthened within him.  

Then from within our weakness we would be strong.