I Am a Survivor
We have finally made it to our happy day.
Flying high in reality,
While the Gods are at work,
Perfecting our imperfect lives.
Tossing obstacles in our way,
Like some sort of piggish game.
Seeing who survived...
A rose with sharp thorns conquers those in her way.
Life getting brighter like the summer solstice.
She hasn't fallen,
For the gods already tore her down.
She just regenerated into someone exactly as she once was.
Hidden beneath a mask,
Waiting to surprise the world.
She hasn't given up,
For this rose was in mid bloom.
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