You Say Resilience, I Call Survival!!.

 I walked in this darkness a long time ago,

It seemed lovely then, with flowers and shine;

Dressed up to trick me, a beautiful lie,

I thought it was good, this fate that was mine.

It showed its dark side, the fear and the dirt,

But still I said nothing, blinded by trust;

I kept moving forward, through water and grime,

The path felt so filthy, covered in rust.

Then I saw a small light, and hope filled my heart,

I looked past the muck and moved toward that gleam;

I held onto that promise, ignoring the pain,

Thinking this light would end the bad dream.

But when I reached it, the light was a joke,

Just a small crack in the roof, a difficult view;

Too narrow to crawl through, too strong to break open,

I moved on, still hoping the whole trip was nearly through.

I kept going and going, lost in the deep,

Until the harsh truth started sinking in slow:

I might never find the right way to escape,

I might never leave this maze down below.

I thought of my life, trying hard to find out:

What was my biggest, most foolish mistake?

Was it being loyal? Or trusting too much?

No, those were not the reasons for pain's heavy stake.

Why wasn't I strong? Why couldn't I tear

This tunnel apart and run to be free?

Was the fault with me, or the people who built it,

And sold all their lies so sweetly to me?

They praise one word now: the power of Resilience;

As if I had any other choice to pick.

Was there a better path than this decorated hurt?

I felt sick and alone, and the pain felt too thick.

If I ever get out, too weak to cheer loud,

How can I say this journey was good?

How can I cherish it? Tell me one way

To make this dark trip understood?

You call it Resilience? That beautiful word?

If that helps you, then speak it, I guess.

But for me, it is just simple Survival today,

Nothing brave in this lonely distress.