My secret weapon

Many say it's impossible.
Many say it's unfair.
Most say it's downright crazy.

Some say I have a choice to say no.
Others believe the choice is not mine to say so.

Though the truth is ... to stay strong and to soldier on,
I have a secret weapon.

It's in the welcoming arms I run back to at the end of the battle day.
It's in the cuddles I get lost in late at night.
It's the featherlight kisses waking me up early in the morning.
It's definitely the love I feel in my heart.

Thank you for being here.

For being my pillar of strength.
For being my reason to believe.
For being my secret weapon.