Strength Reserve - a poem

Cash it in
Your karmic debt

Defies reason
Invites doubt
Your calling is a simple smile
Your wisdom cries youth
The pressure soothes the backs of broken men
Your strength is hidden
It seems you're weak
You've held your cards
Yet to a play a hand
You fold the four aces
And show them you had it
They begin to ask why

Looking for the reason,
Hoping for a point

You open up
The real strength is not in the game
The real strength does not come from victory

It comes from knowing
Knowing that you know is strength enough.