This is my strength:

I will go quietly because it is the best thing for you.
I will close the door gently behind me and set fire to it.
I won’t come back and I will ignore the smoke signals.
I will tell my arms ‘no’ when they try to reach for you.
I will adore you so softly that the grass will shudder from the care in it.
I will leave you just as carefully.

This is my strength, it is a different kind than the one you know, but it is defiantly brave just the same.