Born To Survive - Poem by Anjelie Llorico
Stabbed a million times to death,
Desperately catching up my breath.
Been hurt too much, I can’t get up.
This throbbing pain in my heart, I can’t stop.
One night when no one was around,
I found myself standing on holy ground.
Now that things fall, I knelt down.
Saying, “God, please hear my aching sound.”
Just like before, he heard my troubled cry.
He made me stand up and hold my head up high.
“He is my strength”, I realized.
Why should I feel low when I am His child?
Now, here I am facing life.
I am finally happy but life is not life without strife.
Not like before; I won’t shed a tear and feel like I’ll die.
Because I am His child... born to survive.
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