Perseverance
I am an echo
bound up in a shell of pride.
Driven by a faith born of fear,
hiding from Heaven,
running from Hell.
I am weak
to have thought myself strong
when I built my walls
and cowered behind them.
Yet I go on, for no reason
I have decided to,
and that is enough.
If nothing else,
I will never concede defeat.
Even if my flaws
are my only strength.
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