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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am a human being And we are survivors by nature ... Everyone we meet is fighting a battle of some kind And life itself For each of us Is a series of battles ... To be able to draw breath each day To be able to widen our eyes to a new morn and face it head-on To be able to move, work, learn, love, fight, and even play Is to be a survivor. This world places conflicts in our path Forces us to face our fears Makes us strive to overcome and develop on a daily basis ... Even love itself is combat An intense combat between the heart and the mind And it's one that takes no prisoners. We are all bruised by these skirmishes in life We all carry deep scars, visible and not We are all shell-shocked by the trials and relationships we struggle with And some of us Like me Make things even MORE difficult ... Some of us end up abusing ourselves On top of all the OTHER hostilities the world sends our way (As if those aren't enough) ... Yes, I am a survivor, by default Just by being a part of the Human Race But the worst thing I have had to survive Is MYSELF ... I spent over 30 years Putting poisons into my body that I KNEW were killing me Creating a battleground that stopped my heart and nearly claimed my life Inflicting wounds upon myself, (and those I loved), that were invisible But that were deeper than any other I had known or imagined With a blade as sharp and insidious as any sword And oh, so deftly wielded ... I became an expert with that blade And I cleaved every precious thing from my existence, just so ... One-by-one, I thrust the dagger deep, and twisted My job, my house and comforts, my marriage, my family, and even my health Every and each, run clean through and hewn from the tree of success All for the sake of a substance and a feeling All for a two-faced demon called "Euphoria" And an escape from reality and pain. Yes, I am a survivor But I am NOT proud of it Because it was a war I created on my own And a battle I never needed to fight A battle of avoidance And insanity. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "I'm A Survivor Poetry Contest", Julie Rodeheaver, Judge & Sponsor.
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