We Survive: A Poem About Perseverance

Most of us don’t die. Most of us survive
moments to years to what feels like a life time of pain.
We hurt, we fall, we break jaws
but still get back on feet.
Our bruised hopes just like our knees still function
and some day even if they stop we still exist.
We give our one shoulder to the other
and say- I’m here.
We show the little lamp in our rooms
and say- the sun has never left.
As long as we know there is one
we try not to worry how bright it is.
It is still glowing. Something is still glowing.
Most of us don’t die.
We get by most of what is coming our way
or maybe even all.
We don’t know if we can do it,
we don’t know how we do it
but we pass through, anyway.
We are here today, anyway.
We die a million times but still live.
Our hearts are shattered pieces
some of which we can’t even find but we still keep moving.
We make our own soup, get our own pill
and tuck ourselves to bed.
Most of us try to live and even if we are buried one day,
we breathe and survive the next.