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:
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
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
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