Though I had the pain,
And all emotions were spoiled,
I still hunt crazily,
For a single blissful spot,
Even if I find it,
I won’t make it through.

There won’t be any regret
I’m going to capture,
A hope. A dream. A wish.
That never can be touched by anyone.

There will be a struggle,
For leaving behind;
all exasperating possessions.
They just haven’t known,
I’m not that fragile.

I need to be tough.
Tougher than yesterdays.
I have to left,
All my used-to-bes,
To survive from the roughness,
I have to believe,
I am able to be alone.

With my own self,
I will break the box.
With my own self,
I will sew my wings.
With my own self,
I will stand up when I fall,
I always be able to handle it all,
Alone.

Take away your pities,
It doesn’t make sense for me.
There’s a thing,
that you haven’t discovered
Until I show it to you,
That I always am,
A survivor.

Missy Melita

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-survivor/