Survivor

A poem channeling how I was feeling and what I was thinking at the time

Pounding waves crash on a stalwart shore,

A survivor is born from a common w***e,

Strength forged from pain, love born from hate,

A will to live is found, not an instant too late.

The searing scars, on body and soul,

the once pure heart, now a blackened shell.

Life brought back, from the brink of death,

A defiant cry, with barely a breath.

The victim kept fighting, never gave in,

His purity remained, through a life of sin.

A hardened mask, slid over his face,

Amidst the buried hate, even love had a place,

The man walked alone, with no lover or friend,

He walked a lonely path, from beginning to end,

In darkness he walked, and not once did he falter,

His path took him onwards, into solitude forever.

What once was, is now no longer,

The pain he felt, made him stronger,

For those in his past, he promised them this,

Though he was gone, he'd remember the bliss.

His humanity lingered, vibrant and strong,

Though he knew in his heart, the feeling was wrong.

Humanity is innocent, and no innocent was he,

He'd transcended his pain, but could never be free,

The realization came, on the darkened road, forevermore,

He could no longer be human, he was now a survivor.

Author's Note

Not my best poem, but I'd still love any reviews, good or bad, and would love any tips to make my writing better.