Summer Sunlight

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

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