The Soft Strength

My duality

You see a warrior, clad in stone,
A body built, a heart unknown.
My muscles speak, my voice is clear,
But inside, I carry what you fear.

You think I’m hard, too cold, too tough,
But beneath it all, I’m soft enough.
I wear no frills, no feminine sheen,
But underweights, I’m still unseen.

In pastels, maxis, and playful cheer,
I find my youth, my light, my dear.
I dress for joy, for heart, for play,
A teenager again, far from the fray.

You call me strong, and you’re right,
But strength like mine hides soft insight.
I lift, I sweat, I grow in grace,
Yet still, I love with a feminine face.