She is strength

Within her reside a thousand demons, each fighting for voice
You are weak, you are nothing
Daily their whispered claws dig deeper, each gouge a hole she can never refill.
She dons her armour,  guarding herself with reminders of her glory
I am powerful, I am lovely, I am kind, I am strength
The words are sword and shield, both offense and defence
They are whispered prayers, a mantra of memory and motivation.
Inside the demons dig in, trench warfare, neither side prepared to give
You are weak,...