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We are all survivors,
Of pain,
Gifted by others
As well as ourselves.
Pain that makes us flinch,
Pain we remember for years.

We are all survivors,
Of injustice,
Of when we were shunned
What we truly deserved.
Injustice that pushed us back,
Injustice that roars within us.

We are all survivors,
Of hate,
Sometimes earned,
Sometimes shockingly unearned.
Hate that questioned our worth,
Hate that made us question ourselves.

We are all survivors,
Of circumstances,
That we long knew were coming,
That took us by storm.
Circumstances that passed with heavy damage,
Circumstances that were there to stay.

We are all survivors,
Of love,
The lost, losing and lasting,
The mess within it brings.
Love that made us do the crazy,
Love that made us lose ourselves.

We are all survivors,
For ourselves,
In spite of ourselves.
Survived we have so much.
Survive we will a lot more.
Survive we will!


It took me years to come to terms with who I always really was. Now, I want the whole world to know it too. Who am I? I am a struggling author. This poem is an attempt to tell people that they are not alone in their struggles. There are many like them, who are struggling and surviving.


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29 replies on “Survivor”

Wow! That was such a quick response. Thanks. ) Any hints you have for aspiring writers would be really appreciated on our new site Love this poem BTW. I’ll send you a few of mine soon. VMK

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