Survivor

We are kneeling 

In the light 

Of our small recovery 

The backside of the pillow

Is warm

Where our hands 

Have been knotted

In prayers 

And proverbs 

Glorious words

Which soothe us

Make us laugh and weep

Surviving is a thin line

One on which we have 

Waited for many years

Perhaps today will be better

Tomorrow 

Even more so

She smiles

And her teeth shine 

Like milky stars

In the moon lit sky

We are both survivors

I say in a whisper

We have found our own way

In the world

Learnt from our adventures 

And falls 

Now we are near the end

Of the puzzle 

Near to rest

And glorious dreaming.