Survivor
survivor
there is no mountain i can climb
nor a river i can cross
a survivor, i am
true feeling of a heart broken
a soul to reckon with but a token
true words of a survivor but unspoken
from cliffs, valleys and gullies
to shrubs, paths and tracks
bush trails and sand dunes
dwell on my expense
as little but a six pence
journeying to life; that’s my stance
defiance and fallacy
covered over fantasy
won’t accept nor deal with sassy
latent figures of a survivor
engine of my own; soul driver
blessed with joy and strength like a survivor
longing for more life
and still yet to survive
for as long as i live
will i receive
there is no wall to lean on
neither a trap to fall on
nor a water fall to drown in
there is no fountain,
nor a stream to quench on
but i got to survive and live up
a dream not to give up
weep not your tears
dry your tearful eyes
seems no one cares
a survivor will always rise
through thick and fears
a survivor sails through and wise
carving my wood of reality
to look and see beyond sanity
survive all the mockery and vanity
clear is my wish not to insanity
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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