I’m a Survivor, That’s What I Do
I’m a survivor, that’s what I do
I did not give up then
I do not give up now
I will battle to my last breath
Fighting long held lies with the truth
I am scarred
I am battle worn
And I admit, I’m exhausted
Yet, I keep fighting on
I’ve been through deepest hell
Have looked Satan in the face
He has attempted to steal my soul
And yet I have survived
I was supposed to self-destruct
To roll over and simply die
Yet, I have not lost that war
I have won
I am victorious over those who planned
To keep me down forever
But, I will no longer hide
I am not the one who should feel shame
I am full of furry
My heart is full of passion
I scream out in written words
What my mouth cannot adequately say
I cannot be shut up
I cannot be made silent
I will not remain quiet
And I will betray those who hurt me
If you are harming children
Watch out for my anger
Hot and billowing in the wind
It is coming for you
It is coming for you
I will speak out for those too small
To take action on their own
I will continue to flex my muscles
To battle on, no matter the cost
Whatever fate throws my way
Or death when it arrives
I will hold onto who I am
And meet each challenge with eyes wide open
Because
I am a survivor, that’s what I do
(Poem Written by Shirley J. Davis, published here first for my friends.)
Beautiful expression of your passion.
Thank you. Its about yours too. Shirley
That was fiery and awesome!
Thank you. I edited out a few mistakes a few minutes ago, but I think you may have read that version. Thank you so much for reading my blog. Pass on this poem. It isn’t just a poem about me, it is a poem about all of us who have survived the unsurvivable. Shirley
Love it!
Awww, thanks!