Thriving After Surviving
Thoughts of the past come and go
Childhood trauma, grief, and loss here
So much worry, anger, and fear
Racism alive
And will I survive
I can strive
Shed a tear
~
Wounded warrior, and now I’m free
Left me bloody and bleeding, see
Alcohol, drugs, man,
Food? Couldn’t outran
What’s the plan?
God save me!
~
Survivor no more, but rather
a thriver! Yes, me no other
than I stepped on through
a healing breakthrough
Counted coup
Oh brother!
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Author's note: A Clogyrnach is a sestet stanza with lines of 8, 8, 5, 5, 3, and 3 syllables that uses an AABBBA rhyme scheme.
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
Retired, working part-time as a Native American culture consultant. I have an MSE, and an ABD. I write on Vocal, and Facebook. Poetry, non-fiction mostly, and working on fiction. Wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.
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