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
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