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The Survivor
by D.J. Ludlow

Thursday, December 05, 2002
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Because there are so many and they need to know that even survival is victory and there is beauty in a graceful strength!

But as every tree knows it's about where you place your roots!

I was a young and tender shoot
Hugging my mother, reaching for the sky.
And you crushed me under your foot
Grinding my face in the dust and the rocks.

Afraid I dug my roots deeper and grew a different way.
And I survived

I was a willowy sapling
Dancing with joy, the wind in my hair.
And you bent me and stripped me
Twisting and tearing 'til the sap flowed free.

In pain I thrust deeper still and grew a different way.
And I survived.

I was a young tree
Growing tall, claiming my place in the sun.
And you cut me down
Tearing at my flesh 'til I could stand no more.

But my roots remained and I grew a whole new way.
And I survived.

And now my roots have found the hidden stream
The rock that anchors, the cleft that hides.
I tower high above you, arms upraised to the heavens.
Not as I could have been, not as I should have been
Yet clothed in beauty with a graceful strength.

I look around and you are but dust in the wind
But I ... I survive.

D.J. Ludlow (From the "Life Lines" Anthology


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Reviewed by na na (Reader) 12/5/2002
All good poetry makes me cry! And this did!
I strongly identified with the poem. AND THE TREE! Bill Murray
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