Novel & Cerita Stay Strong Poems

I smiled, when she turned around and looked into my eyes, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I couldn’t help but get goosebumps as I heard the lyrics to the song and I pressed my forehead to Ari’s as we swayed to the song and the lyrics, ‘cause we are warriors, We’ll fight for our lives, Like soldiers, all through the night And we won’t give up We will survive, we are warriors. And we’re stronger That’s why we’re alive We will conquer, time after time, We’ll never falter, We will survive, we are warriors…’

Her voice resonated with power and conviction as she began the chant: "Liskatara Strentoviasa, oh divine strength embrace, Empower this soul, infuse it with unwavering grace. From the depths of inner resilience, let it rise, Unleash the power within, where its true essence lies. Through every obstacle faced, and challenges endured, Grant Gabriella strength, unwavering and assured. Let her spirit soar with courage and might, As she walks through darkness, guided by inner light. Liskatara Strentoviasa, weave the threads of might, Within Gabriella's being, let her strength ignite.

The walls of this fortress were built upon unwavering love, trust, and unwavering dedication, their foundations strong enough to withstand any threat. With every heartbeat, Nathan's resolve intensified, pumping through his veins like a surge of power. He pledged to himself that he would be their unwavering shield, tirelessly standing guard to ward off any harm that dared to approach their sanctuary. His determination burned bright, an eternal flame of protection that would guide him through the darkest of nights.

he said. "I'm sorry... But I'm married. You can't make love to a married woman," Amanda replied. "There we go again. 'I'm married' you say that all the time like a mantra. I know those lines very well now," he said upset. "Why then are you here? You come to me when you're upset about him yet when I try to get to you, you play the married card." "There is no card Dani. My vows are still a part of me and until Jude dies or I die, I don't intend breaking it. I'm here because I need your emotional support," Amanda replied.

I ask myself. "Umm...no." "Hmm..." I look around the room for inspiration. The red ink stands out to me. Stay? Could that fit? I want to run far, far away To a place where I feel I can’t stray Stay somewhere I feel welcome And not like an outcast Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please... stay?' And just like that, with the one word the poem completed itself, it became whole , it was finished, it's own living and breathing entity of words and letters and deep meaning.

And for the first time that morning I didn't feel weak. Roshan stayed beside me as I tried to calm my breathing, his presence alone made my chest warm and I didn't want him to see the last tear. I don't want to run again." I said quietly. Good he answered, then stand up and come to the field. I looked down at my hands, "what if I fail again ". "Then you fail again, and again untill you stop failing." Strength does not come in a day Iris it comes after pain, rejection and sturbboness.

A city lost in time and myth, Now wakes again with a mighty breath. When you’re lost and don’t know the way, Let faith be your light through the fray. It stills your heart, ignites your peace, Like willows swaying in the breeze. A compass strong to steer your fight, Through raging storms and darkest night. You’ve always known where to start, The lion’s roar will guide your heart. It breathes in courage you thought you’d fled, Reviving strength where once you bled.

I look around to find an unoccupied patient room and step inside, then squat down into a tiny ball. “Justice, I don’t have the strength for this.” I squeeze my eyes tight and focus on her. “I just don’t.” “Calm your spirit, child.” She whispers soothingly. “The path to peace is not always straight and narrow. You’ve already proven it’s your intent. Stopping the immoral Councilwolf, sending warriors to stop Sinclair Snell, helping them when they come home, protecting our pack and family. You can do this. You already are. Mother gives her strongest warriors the most difficult battles.”

Just the rhythm of our hearts, the warmth of our bodies, and the promise of something strong—something unbreakable. Whatever the world hurled at us, we would confront it together. And we would triumph.

All these different rootednesses. All these different quiet fuels. None of them the same. All of them necessary. The triangulation that produced what no single position could. The room holding the diversity. The diversity making the room strong. She pressed her hands flat against the cold earth. The roots below. The territory breathing. The record growing. The formation traveling. The companion thing reaching. The rootedness sustaining. The quiet fuel. The roots deepening. The water still. Rising still. Always. Third winter. The roots deep enough to hold through anything.