A Poem for all my PoSA Sisters

A POSA who herself went through hell sent us this poem yesterday and I just fell in love with it, so it's being shared with all of you.

May it help you feel the treasure that is your own big, brave, survivor heart.
~ Lili

She Survives

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.

And
Honestly
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.

J. Raymond