Survival

By Blacksburg

i break through the cloud called Was

If i can i must

but God, God please

give me the memory of a dill pickle upon my tongue

I’ll survive this because I have to

Many a song of survival has been sung

Destiny rewards the heart of the true

But surviving means embracing the knowing

Essence of life, stripped—shredded bare

Boiled bone white with no scraps to spare

Draw on calm from worrisome depths

“Rules of three”, priority steps

Like shelters, fires, water, and food

Mercies do mix to make it good

Live on bless’d diversity

Conquer, surpass adversity