My greatest quality, the one that makes me flawless?

It isn't physical - not my hair, my eyes, or assets

 

Though the first is long, golden and warm

And the last a denim-hugged optical illusion

 

Speaking of optics, mine are blue fusion

Piercing, seeing and displaying sheer beauty

 

But even these are flawed, un-lasting, secondary

Apparent defining traits are a flash, temporary

 

My greatest quality? It's the antithesis.

It keeps going, for it is the keeping-going

The fighting-for-a-life unhindered and free

The breathing that refuses to cease:

 


Inhale, exhale

 

 

In the old Greek they called this "hupomone"

To be unswayed no matter what comes

 

Perseverance, steadfastness, patience, on-holding

In all seasons, at all times, joyful or mourning

 


Inhale, exhale

 

 

I have been hurt and I have been hidden

Misunderstood in Post-Traumatic Anxiousness

Examining my history to navigate my future

Petrified of what I'd find...and looking anyway

 

 

https://ssl.gstatic.com/ui/v1/icons/mail/images/cleardot.gifInhale, exhale

 

 

What makes me flawless is that I kept going

Numb, yet feeling

Until feeling grew and fear became healing

The trampled petals smell the sweetest

 

 

Inhale, exhale.