I wake up, silence. The earth applauds. My very life-meaningful. It has a cause. I breathe, I feel. I am existing. Lights, cameras, who needs them? I make myself who I am. Fame and glory? Just words overused. Respect is the real reward. It needs no lights or microphones. My talents, my gifts are given like a robe of jewels, they need not be polished for they glimmer with resounding confidence. My King upholds me and guides me with strength. My feet do not slip nor my walk faulter. I am precious, I am fierce, I am a daughter. Words try to peirce my fortress- they fall like bricks on concrete- useless. My walls will not crumble nor my kingdom fall. I am valuable. I am strong. I am myself.