365 Days of Poetry (Part Three)

Day 125: Not Permanent.

Because of my darkness, because of my own flaws,
you do not scare me...
Through it all; my soul will shake, tremble and shiver
while I forget where I am,
though your merciless acts have little hold over me.
For my heart still remembers, the dreams that it holds.
I know I have passion, at the root of it all,
and the root of passion shares its root with patience.
The light of my soul, it shines solely upon myself.
Giving me the resilience, to make it through anything.
The endurance to persevere through the suffering.
as stated by the Holy words of truth, my comfort--
the words that remind me I'm not permanent...
and neither
are you.