Thus, We Keep On Surviving Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

An almost imperceptible sigh
Escaping from throats of tormented souls,
Rising to some Omnipresence,
Witnessing the Agony of Existence:
Rising, as an unuttered prayer—
Hardly consoling with its liberation:

Thus, we keep on surviving...

Always, in a docile patience,
Hoping, with a ceaseless faith,
In the natural order of matter,
As in the certainty of tomorrow's rising sun:

Thus, we are waiting...

And holding on to faith;
That, impermanence,
Is what keeps this world alive.

The nocturnal elements: the moon, and the stars,
Though minuscule, still, shining bright
In the darkness of our sufferance;
The faith in the diurnal elements: the sun's light,
The rebirth of each fresh morning
After the night-sleep purification,
In a new life waiting to be lived:

Thus, we believe again...

In the uniqueness of each day,
In the uniqueness of such
Miracle that Life is:

Thus, we keep on surviving...