The Survivors....
they say
we did not promise you a rose garden
we here are devastated
but only for a while
we know that promises even when made
are always made to be broken
but they must know us
they should have known us better
we know how lies are concocted
we understand the beauty and
necessity of untruths
for us to survive
we ride with the wind
dive into the sea
learning that power not to breath
and yet
live for years
growing gills somehow beside
our throats
just below the bones of our ears
they should have known us
we had been there
and we keep on going
we keep the chunks of clouds
under our armpits
sunlight in our hearts
under the sea
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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