You’re Fierce, you.
You with your head held high and low.
Your shoulders back,
Drooping forward over your chest.
You’re a fighter, aren’t you?
How else could you deal with the passing storms?
Did you feel the ferocity of your strength when you needed it?
Or is your Fierce the small and powerful voice that told you to get on with your day?
They’re both the same, in their own ways.
We see it in your eyes and the way you talk the talk.
We see it in your gait,
The way you carry yourself throughout the day.
The fear for the things that matter to you, the worry that nobody cares.
We see it when you smile,
Eyes squinting and mouth lifting.
We know your Fierce can purr and roar all the same.
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