I am no fool
Knowingly, I stand firm.
There is nothing that can diminish me to ash.
Cracks in my foundation are there
But more than cements has rebuilt the holes.
Like muscle torn, only stronger do I return.
On no one do I lean
The words of support give aid
Yet none is my brick.
Lost for long in the depths of the earth
Far beneath sight or touch
No presence did I feel
Not the slightest acknowledgement
But I dug deep
Down into my own core
It is my soul and my flesh
What keeps me looking towards Olympus
Clouds aren’t so far above
The sun shines partly for me.
I can give & take more than a bag
Relentless with a vengeance only for my past self
I choose to be determined, unmoving, and firm.
My view are far greater than have beens
Why should I ever think less of the mirror?
Reflection of the experience fighter gives me assurance of my diligence.
No flaws do I ignore, or bruises I cover.
Madness & its tolls are spoken from my eyes
Pain & suffering of known, not ignorant
Worse are those still in it & at more severe storms to
Yet weathered I appear, no umbrella to shield
Scarred & still healing, maybe some fresh
But the pout of the lips
The ice looking back
Flares of smoke showing breath
The relaxed tenseness is unwavering.
How unfamiliar it would have seemed to old
Without those years, untold the stories would be
Pride & steadfast will
No relenting or letting up is forseeable
The intimidation raises hair
Excitement for next challenges
& fear of failure
But stoking the flames
The coals are infinite
There is no way that even Poseidon could douse them
Passion to be one’s self & succeed by that way
The girl looks back with warrior’s ferocity
To question such decision…
It’d be asking a polar bear if she actually could stand the cold.