Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser Poet Verse

Survivor, That I Will Be

SURVIVOR, I WILL BE

Stripped me down from my clothes..
Yell at me until your throat get sore..
Speak to me with vile words..
Walk and talk to me like I am nothing...

Yes, It will hurt and pain me..
Probably, It may even make me cry..
Probably, It make me even on bended knees..
Probably, It will cause me loss of appetite and sleeplessness..

But, tell you what....

You can never take what I have..
You can never shove off that smile...
You can never erase the overwhelming love that's within me...
You can never make me fall...

I will rise up: " humbled not proud"
I will stand up: "learned not ignorant"..
I will smile even with tears: "joys not of hurts"
I will shout: "victory not of failures"...

By: olive_eloi
10/01/2013
1:08am

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James Fraser October 24, 2014 at 12:23 PM Powerful, powerful emotion/s in your earlier poetry Eloisa. The feeling of being hurt and let down penetrates even I, and I had not known you whilst such feelings were running amok. Me, I'm so glad we've met through words. James :) Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser October 26, 2014 at 6:42 AM :) smiles.. :) thank God.. :)