Survivor

Survivor

In the hour of wakefulness

From the sleepy eye dream

In the wash flow of a day’s cleans

There was a wonder

Of what it means to be a survivor

 

A Survivor

A survivor

Survive Or

Or Die

Survive or die

Die, the death of what is

Is denial

 

Survive or Denial

I wash my hair in memory

Of that which at times I rather deny

The abuse penetrating beyond the skin

Survive or Deny

Survivor does not deny the past

Nor that it has now become

The mountains, the terrain

The land

Survivor also does not deny

The moment

The air and the breeze

The sun and the moon

The pond that nestles among the rocks of the past

 

Nor the fact that in the absence of denial

There is life on any land
In the dessert high

Or the forest land

 

That both Cactus and Mangostine

Are the fruit of God

Of all that is worthy and sought

 

I pray that I be a survivor

For more than an hour

That the butterfly roams my land

That the courage of tiger

Sees its reflection in water

And the wisdom that sees the thorns

Expands in compassion

To find the rose above