Survivor Poetry

[whitedovesnest]

A New Dawn
I crossed the bridge and turned around
My look it told me; I am bound
A group of autumn trees;in full bloom;
Courting leaves; at high noon
And as I see them; over there
My thoughts they turn; paths of care
I slowly count; the years they past
Standing sturdy; shadows cast
The first year; the memory there
Giving much pause; frightening scare
And the first autumn tree
Stands out; with you on bended knee
And as I count; the trees are there
The thoughts and memories; cannot bare
The light it shines; the die cast
The past it comes; hauntingly fast
And as each autumn tree passes my glance
I realise it marks your journeys advance
Each tree symbolising a year past
Another fall to endure; eyes down cast
And as I reach the last tree
Eleven are gone; counted by me
I realise that the paths end
There is a bridge; a rivers bend
A symbol of your journey past
Of enduring the thoughts that last
And on the other side; autumns gone
A green grove of trees; a new dawn

 

[Cheyenee]

Precious Petal



Oh precious petal
How you dance and sway in the wind
Though you have broken from your flower
One day you will bloom again
Dark cloud of torment
Sweeping over your vast land
Cry unto me my rose
Hold tight, grab my hand
Do you dare to walk with me?
Down the path of history
To see the scares on my face
To rub your fingers in my grace
Do you dare to run with me?
Up that hill where I hang
To here the thunder bang through the thick grey sky
Do you dare to ask why?
Do you dare to lay your head?
To put your burdens to bed
At the foot of my tree
Where my blood will cleanse thee
In courage you stand up for me
With strength I set you free
This seed you have sown
Will again bring anew
With harvest and love
I will create beauty in you
As the spring brings forth a new season
Unveiling every reason
New life starts to bloom
And you, once a petal
Astray, swaying alone in the wind
You have become my flower
Blooming again.

 

[Cheyenee]

I have been up all night
The sunrise, far in sight
Battling fear
Afraid of what I hear
Stirring around
Afraid to make a sound
Entering battle I stand my ground
I am ready to fight
Ready to win
Standing tall
With the one who nailed my sin
Upon that tree
Where he died for me
Fear, I claim my victory!
I stand crippled in space and time
Afraid to move, to cross that line
I jump to my feet and grab my sword
“Take this fear! I will stand for this no more!”
Compromise is the game played
Fear, I look you dead in the eyes and say
“I fear not, for He is the truth, the light, the way”
“My strength and confidence you can not sway”
The potter has molded this clay
Fired to perfection I stand strong today.
The morning lark sings his tune
As I am assured rest will come soon
In my saviors arms
Safe from harm
Knowing my battle is won.