You say I am
tenacious
too much
for my own good
Holding firm
to all of my ideals
let them go,
I never would.
You say I am
persistent
unwavering
immovable
inexorable
in my existence
but because of that
you listen,
And help make sense
of you.
Here in my
relentlessness
You are understood.
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Thanks for sharing this – a well crafted poem! I have a poetry blog here on WordPress in case you have time to look? Have a good day, Sam :)
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