I love the way she survives.
Survival looked good on her.
There were no dark marks under her eyes.
Just deep inside,
but I liked the way she looked through them
and laughed at life.
She did it gracefully.
She walked over glass and through fire,
but still smiled.
I’m not interested in people
Who haven’t lived and died a few times,
or known what it feels like to lose everything.
I trust the people who have
because they stand for something.
I knew what she’d been through.
I wanted to thank her for surviving
and wanted her to know
she now had someone willing to stand with her.