love was never meant
to hold my hand
through every soft season
i learned this
when the rain
came down sideways
bruising my cheeks
shaking every foundation
i thought would never break
it\'s not in the handshakes
or the laughter
that courage is born
it is made in the thunder
in the ache of
hearts torn open
there is strength
in surviving
the storm
that tries to
steal your voice