I have a will to survive 29 October 2022
I had a will to survive My hands rising in rebellion I knew that I was alive For my heart beat in unison The will in me was so weak No one can bear witness to this My tongue cuts me as I speak The blood of my blood wore such bliss In vain the pursuit of sense The pupil my pupil dilates View of my rivers so dense Leading mind that flood celebrates I have a will to survive The teacher brands me a lesson Into the essence I dive Like angels falling from Heaven Reading of the poem:
Solitude – Billie Holiday
Perfect photo
Thanks
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Hi Geetha,
An impromptu in reaction of your poem Cheers, Paul
Meaning
It has been ascribed As sure as hospitality offers a bed To the stranger facing an unknown door That, from an immemorial tradition you are required to give and even more
Wait, that can’t be said Now, there are only owners and for a bed well laid Be prepared to pay before knocking that door The new breath of this world is money, such is the common lore
That, I won’t accept And prefer to hide in the forest Listening to the drips of water That scramble my face and mingle with my tears
Nice one. Thanks for sharing