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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