We sit in a pile of rubble and clutter
holding onto the precious little things
that remind us of the life we want to live
that remind us of who we are
holding on for dear life
Once a teenage dream, now hangs in faded Polaroid
We thought we knew life
We thought we knew death
We thought that pain had bought us wisdom
We said, “It’s us against the world.
For we are fighters. Survivors.”
Even in the face of death itself
we prayed our thanks for another life bought
But never thought to change our ways
While life’s struggles birth hard earned lessons
A constant struggle for survival is no way to live
It robs you of time
Time to grow
Time to learn
To make mistakes and laugh about them
Time to soak in the beauty of the world
and all its possibilities
Survival is no life goal.
Dreams are our lifeblood and oxygen
Hope and faith is humanity itself
And wisdom grows from quiet contemplation
A patient endeavor of soul feeding
which one rushes past on the road to survival
© 2023 Marieke de Koker
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