He is strong
He has a vision
He doesn't give up
He stands up to adversity
He can take damage
He is a fool with a heart of gold
He is Roronoa Zoro, a man who will one day be the strongest swordsman in the world
and nothing brings him down
I use to think, I am strong.
That I can stare fear and trouble in the face and punch it back.
But it hit me that I am fragile and lacking confidence.
Seeping out of my body is the very core of my life.
Of the things that surround, I am now hit with something that has shaken me so much.
I lost all respect for myself,
I lost all strength to myself.
Made up of broken pieces.
How I wish things were different.
Now I know, I can't be that Zoro.
Let the soul drift away, and hope time will bring me back.