Unbreakable Poem by Heather Marie Mortimer

Unbreakable strength, why do you chide me so?
When I would joyfully be consumed of piteous woe!
For I be nothing of strength, save for frailty's endurance
Which knows nothing of passion's immortal assurance.

I would rather burn up
Than fade, being here.
I would rather burn up
Than not know what was dear.
To seek and find everything
And then give it away
Would hold more immortality
Than the false things you say.

For speech be not truth
Unless action be present
And for speeches' weak sake,
Words alone are unpleasant.