The secret of me

Isn’t hidden within words you don’t understand

Written in prose that is meant to confuse you

Not in the way I drink my coffee

Or where I lay my head.

It isn’t in the way I speak

Or who I like

Or ultimately

Dislike.

It isn’t in my glance

Or the failure to respond

To your text.

The secret of me

Hides in my past

How I handled it

How I stood up

Got back on my feet

How I smiled

Through all the pain

How I kept going

When All I wanted to do

Was quit.

The secret of me

Is in my heart

My strength

And my future

With him.