Persevered

My memories could not be more even.

They rallied in my head for defiance.

They rumbled for comfort by the side.

They suffered irrelevant heartaches.

They found succor in their own vibrancy.

I was glad they could be so secure.

I was glad they could dance to my pride.

My pride was not in me but in themselves.

She had been in them before me for me.

She belonged within those imminent.

Their goal was inimitable.

Their vivacity was impregnable.

Their resilience, beyond my conjecture

Though certain they were to limit obduracy

In brands in feckless miens.