Victim or survivor,
The question dares to ask;
And so I try to answer it
With frigid tales from the past.
Can I remember all the facts?
Especially the ones that love to come back?
Do I dare recount details,
The ones that pierce sharp as nails?
And how does one get past the numb
That kept us all so very dumb.
The numb that became the soothing balm
That brought about the deepest calm.
There is a tune survivor's sing
Much like your favorite church hymns;
It blends the sorrow and the pain
And brings us hope with each refrain.
So therein lies the question,
The one I need to mention.
Can one fault the victim
Who found in pain her rhythm?
By Katrina Laura Klein Masterson
The question dares to ask;
And so I try to answer it
With frigid tales from the past.
Can I remember all the facts?
Especially the ones that love to come back?
Do I dare recount details,
The ones that pierce sharp as nails?
And how does one get past the numb
That kept us all so very dumb.
The numb that became the soothing balm
That brought about the deepest calm.
There is a tune survivor's sing
Much like your favorite church hymns;
It blends the sorrow and the pain
And brings us hope with each refrain.
So therein lies the question,
The one I need to mention.
Can one fault the victim
Who found in pain her rhythm?
By Katrina Laura Klein Masterson