survivor
there is no mountain i can climb
nor a river i can cross
a survivor, i am
true feeling of a heart broken
a soul to reckon with but a token
true words of a survivor but unspoken
from cliffs, valleys and gullies
to shrubs, paths and tracks
bush trails and sand dunes
dwell on my expense
as little but a six pence
journeying to life; that’s my stance
defiance and fallacy
covered over fantasy
won’t accept nor deal with sassy
latent figures of a survivor
engine of my own; soul driver
blessed with joy and strength like a survivor
longing for more life
and still yet to survive
for as long as i live
will i receive
there is no wall to lean on
neither a trap to fall on
nor a water fall to drown in
there is no fountain,
nor a stream to quench on
but i got to survive and live up
a dream not to give up
weep not your tears
dry your tearful eyes
seems no one cares
a survivor will always rise
through thick and fears
a survivor sails through and wise
carving my wood of reality
to look and see beyond sanity
survive all the mockery and vanity
clear is my wish not to insanity
observant and careful as i knoweth
that better must cometh
and fulfill all that i wisheth
showered with blessings on sabbath
free like a bird that fly
high up in the sky
singing sweet melodies of a survivor!
ntema, o.p.
Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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