The storms will come and the winds will rise and the gusts will threaten to pull you from your roots. Let the winds come. Let them rage and know that you will not break in the breeze, you will bend. Bend. Always bend because you are made of more strength than you know, because you are better than the breaking.
Tyler Knott Gregson (2014). “Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series”, p.92, Penguin
