A Poem

A Survivor Is

One who has been through hell and lives to tell about it.
One who has walked over fiery coals and has blackened feet to prove it.
One who has fought wild animals and wears the scars as banners.
One who has been beaten down too many times to count and still stands on their own two feet.
One who soars like an eagle in spite of clipped wings.
One who dances the dance of life to the music of years gone by.
One who refuses to just exist but instead insists..

Insists on fighting to see another day.
Insists on clawing their way back out of hell.
Insists on flapping their wings until they can finally take off.
Insists on living and breathing and dancing and laughing and one day...

One day when they look back and see the flames of hell,
One day when they look down at their blackened feet,
One day when they examine their body for the fights they've wone,
One day when they see their wonderfully sturdy legs,
One day when they soar high above the world,
One day when they dance like never before...

That day...they realize...I am a SURVIVOR.

May 2001