Survivor

My words have threaded the core of a million hearts, woven the broken and torn and given rest to the worn. I'm a survivor, a lone beacon of hope, that glistens in the shadow of dead galaxies. I made it through the storm that tore legends and cushily crossed the ocean of tears, that drowned a herd of souls. I am a brave slave, that stood the test of fretful whips, turned the noose of ropes that hung around my neck and plunged into this time a free born. I've talked about peace on the field of war and preached joy in the depths of woe. I'm a survivor I say! For I turned misery into poetry and twirled wails into songs.       ~Stranja depoet