True survival means that you find the best of things
Even from my childhood I learned this to be true
Mom was a stranger but I’m thankful that I am alive
I couldn’t stay with Grandma but the best I have of her thrives
He violated my spirit yet the best of soul survived
They thought they could contain me but I could not be denied
A rose in cement, yes I grew and from the ashes revived
Statistics say I would not grow up strong, but look I have have arrived.
jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon
Congrats on this piece! Your image and voice makes me want to hear more…
Thank you. This was spoken out of my testimony and vision.
There’s so much power in this one!
Thank you. I’m just getting a moment to get back for my selections. I will submit this as one choice.