http://onestoppoetry.comhis tongue severed .
After he watched a mass graveyard of bodies,
the stench filled the air,
the stench filled his senses.
How did he survive?
This black and white world,
where death came uninvited.
Sorrow the background of his childhood,
dreadful clouds over the ghetto.
He was only a child,
I wonder how he survived.
I wonder how he didn't lose his mind,
this pain throbbing in his heart.
When I think of him,
and hold him in my dreams,
I wonder of these many things.
His road filled with pain,
became a road of endurance,
Powerful.
ReplyDeleteHow could anyone survive such horrors? The world seems to bare them, endlessly throughout time, but always from such shadowed moments rise the stories of the survivors, of those that pushed through, beyond all human comprehension, to live again...It is a stunning thing to behold. Inspiring. Powerful and potent piece, singing out the horrors and the strength of men.
ReplyDeleteoh, this is very beautiful!
ReplyDeletelovely flow and heartfelt feel
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looking forward to reading more from you :)
wow it starts so vivid...those are images it would be hard for anyone to live through, but his story ends rather inspiring...i like over comers...
ReplyDeletetriumph over tragedy wow... love this :)
ReplyDeleteAnd some still deny the Holocaust ever happened. Thank goodness for those who managed to survive and overcome. We need their stories.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Matt.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chris. This was inspired by my father which went through these horrors as a child.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hope.
ReplyDeleteBrian, I wonder where did he take the strength to go through it all ?
ReplyDeleteThank you, Apryl.
ReplyDeleteStacia, we need their stories and we need to remember......
ReplyDeleteWow. This just completely ripped my heart out.
ReplyDeleteBrilliantly written.
Thank you, Megan .
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me very much of the movie, "Beautiful" the one Roberto won the est Actor for. I often think of that movie. And of "The Pianist" and the heartache, but yes triumph. Maybe there always be triumph.
ReplyDeleteSuch inspiration to know that there are those who can and do, even to this day, triumph over such horrors.
ReplyDeleteJannie, it's inspiring when it ends in triumph and the survivor is no longer a prisoner of the horror of it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Belinda. I used to hear the stories and I used to wonder how he went on when the ache was engraved so deep.
ReplyDeleteThis brought tears to my eyes. My daughter just finished reading "Night," by Elie Wiesel, and this is what struck her, as well. The tremendous evil of stripping hope and faith away from a child. I am always amazed at the staggering courage and resilience of those who survived the Holocaust.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I LOVE your header... what a sweet-faced puppy dog : )
Thank you, Leslie. I am amazed too by the resilience of the human spirit.
ReplyDeleteAnd my dog thanks you for the compliment :)
"This black and white world,
ReplyDeletewhere death came uninvited.
Sorrow the background of his childhood,
dreadful clouds over the ghetto"
Wow! Powerful alaya! I agree that it's amazing what a human spirit can survive.
vivid and beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThank you,Kristi.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Baishali.
ReplyDeleteTough stuff. Tribute to the human spirit against incredible odds
ReplyDeleteThank you, Luke.
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