The very scars, at times, hidden
Through shame and humiliation,
Continue to cut deep
As legacies of past struggles
Resurrect their ugly heads
To remind you of where you fit in this world.
You’ve come to learn you are not good enough
No matter how hard to try to put them behind you
They poke their heads up,
Laughing at your efforts to be better.
All that is left is your constant desire
To be there, to hope, often against hope,
That you will be seen as worth it.
Survival, for all its worth
Becomes a default position.
Written for: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/03/28/reenas-exploration-challenge-80/
Morpethroad 
Magnificent poem.
Thank you Helene
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Survival ……. by Michael
Scars are better not touched. I like your different take on survival being a default position, not a battle won.
Thanks so much Reena.
Very well written.
Thanks Sadje.
You’re welcome Michael
I can so go with that.
Splendid poem.
Thanks Eugenia
You’re welcome!
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You have described that place so well, and “survival… becomes a default position” is so apt. It’s a losing battle, trying to measure up, like Sisyphus climbing the mountain over and over….
Yes that’s a good point you make.
I’m glad it was helpful.