this is one of my favorite poems of all time...gonna include some excerpts...hopefully you can, as I have, draw some strength from it, even on the not-so-good-days..so here you go (author is Marge Piercey)
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FOR STRONG WOMEN (by Marge Piercey)

A strong woman is always straining.
A strong woman is a woman at work,
who talks about how she doesn't mind crying,
it opens up the ducts in her eyes, and she
keeps on going, working hard,
while shoveling through pain with
tears in her nose.

A strong woman is determined to do
something others are determied
cannot be done. She is pushing up
on the bottom of lead coffin. She is
trying to raise the manhole cover with
her headm she is trying to butt her head
through a steel wall. Her head hurts,

A strong woman is bleeding inside. A
strong woman is making herself strong
every morning while her back throbs.
Every part of her body and story
is a battle scar. A strong woman is
a mass of scar tissue that aches
and bleeds, when it rains
and wounds that bleed when you
bump them and memories that get up
in the night and pace in boots to and fro.

A strong woman is a woman who craves love
like oxygen or turns blue choking.
A strong woman is a woman who loves
strongly, and weeps strongly, and is strongly
terrified and has strong needs. A strong woman
is strong in words, in action, in connection,
in feeling; stength is not in her, but she enacts
it as the winds fill a sail.

What comforts her is other loving
her equally for her strength and for her
weaknesses from which it issues
lightening from a cloud. Lightening stuns.
In rain, the clouds disperse. Strong is
what we make each other. Until we are strong
together, a strong woman is a woman
strongly afraid.