Survivor
I am a survivor.
I have yet to survive poverty
Nor hunger, abuse, or a bed-less home
I call myself a survivor
Because I escaped
Almost on my own
I have yet to survive a hurricane
Through tornados plenty
Swirling through my brain
They drowned me in sorrows
But who would’ve known
That the things I told myself
Were worse than a torn-down home
I have yet to survive a burial
Six feet under is a long way to go
But climbing back up
That’s not one to be known
Anxiety is the grave
Pulling me in limb by limb
Oh, how I almost let him win
I have yet to survive treatment
That takes the hair off your head
Though sitting in therapy,
Trying not to wish to be dead
Hard work, the painful talks
Never a tear shed
Though I relearned how to walk with God
And all He had to say
He told me that I could make it a few more days
I have yet to witness a miracle
Though I’d say living is one to tell
The thoughts didn’t win
They took a bus to hell
Along with my negativity, internal bruises, and years of pain
I’d say to wish them well, yet they left a stain
I have yet to witness a survivor
Without a story to tell
Whether it be cancer, abuse, or poverty
I hope we stand to yell
Yell at the world
Yell out our strength
“I am a survivor”