The Strength Beneath the Surface

The Strength Beneath the Surface

Every idea needs a backbone, something invisible that holds it together. Real strength often originates from where the eye can no longer reach.

I am the muscle beneath the stone,
the reason a wall can stand alone.
I hide in tension, in steel and seam,
the skeleton of someone’s dream.
You’ll never see me, yet I endure,
what am I, silent and sure?