no pride in survival

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I know I've seen my share of violence
It seems engrained in my very being
Not by will or nature
By the environment laid out before me

From the time my feet hit the concrete
To the age of nineteen
It was the only constant thing in life
The one thing that never changed

From the broken home where it started
To the streets that don't forgive
Very few positive things can be said
One is simply that I lived

But I take no pride in survival
Even a coward can survive
Sometimes it's simply luck of the draw
Even the strongest of men die

I could take pride in victory
Though it just feels like a crime
Or maybe courage in the face of adversity

Though I don't remember mine

My motivation came 
from anger and fear 
At least most of the time

Maybe that's the point here
In the end our pride comes from inside.

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