I withdrew my poem from the contest. I think it was too pessimistic. I do however not delete the poem, you're still welcome to read it.
Victor or victim Survivor or miserable wraith All those labels, I have to prove something. Feeling horrible is a sin, Having survived hell is something to be proud of? Let me tell you something As a small child I was abducted I survived the road to hell; hell itself, and back again This left my body broken And my mind shattered Let me ask you something Are you more empathetic when I smile and shrug And say: hey! This is me and I love my wheelchair Or when I tell you I struggle every day? The answer is not that simple Yes, I am a survivor But it’s not an accomplishment It is just a status report: I survived Am I a victor? Yes I am. I won, you see? I still live, and put some of them in prison.
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