seeking – She Be Fierce

She is her very own masterpiece,
her most important work.
Who else could cultivate a face of facts?
Stories embedded,
deep within skin and spirit.

And still, she lifts the corners of her lips to smile,
her only weapon, a saviour’s choice,
rescuing herself from the clutches of misery,
dodging it more than once.

Survival mode is second nature,
fierce femininity her fuel,
tired, inspired, wilful, skilful,
philosophical – intuitively true.

Optimistically unhappy an unusual way to be,
I know there’s something waiting, waiting for me.
How do I try to reach it, I wonder what it is,
I know if I stop trying, I’ll miss my moment of bliss.

Optimistically unhappy, sunshine on Monday, Tuesday, complete haze,
No two days are the same, this life, complicated maze.
Tip toe around each corner and yet I want to run,
My feet itch, impatient, puzzled yearning to overcome.

Optimistically unhappy, hanging on, the weakest rope,
My finger tips are burning, constant reminder to elope.
Optimistically unhappy, it’s happiness I seek,
Why let go of this notion, optimistically, I will find it next week.