The Survivor - Poem by Sara Militello
And then, there's the survivor:
That heroic soul who manages to prevail
through every sleazy self-made con-trail
brought upon all by our hero's own petard.
Their ever unthoughtful schemes and things
tend to fling caution to every directional wind
while most of the flack falls on relations
like family and other unlucky congregations.
When the uninvolved speak in somber tones
later meant to carry support for the heroic ones,
most fail to see that the most painfully damaged
spend a lifetime outliving the inflicted carnage.
'She's such a wonderful survivor', all intone
As comments are made all around in tune
with the rhythm of the latest celebration
of a newly gathered congregation...
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