We are all composites of tough, tender, strong and weak.
Hilary Jacobs Hendel

What I am is to the world is cold as tempered damascene steel inside I’m tender but not weak tenderness is accessible to me because having survived challenges and been resilient in failure that inner tenderness survived at all even grown is carborundum not to be equated with weakness. That said It is difficult for me to let down my guard and sh0w it- to even smile became an intimate act -once I smile and it down my I-paid the gates open