I don’t know much,
only how to survive.
Through life’s storms
I ride.
No light
slip and slide.
No anchor
surfing the waves.
No guide,
ride or die.
I pretend to be brave.
All I have is the will to survive.
A soldier
with no infantry at my back.
Resilience I do not lack.
I don’t know much,
but I will not crack under attack.
And I will always survive.
