Survivor

I am a survivor

in the ways I float and meander

life is what I marry and choose

I am not dying to win,

nor succumb do I if I lose.

I have no worth,

no shame saying that aloud

away from the wing of words –

a plastic arena that’s bold and proud,

beholds my wind as meek

lapidates it with every unwilling brick

a game that clouds the unsure and the weak.

love's alive in my trip – in my warm world,

it would forever garland my ring,

without feud, skirmish

while people will kill for people's sake

with anger, rage, revenge – I deem as far too fake,

borders, fences, minds will never cease to please

glooms in the brain, never to heave a sigh...

yet peace is just as much at ease,

never to perish

lost or won, with or without worth as it might be

me and my journey, relaxed and breezy

will live through the knot, forever bond and tie.