I witnessed her struggles to exist
fighting with all her life, to live.
I lived through all her struggles
cos we were in it together.
Alas! When our struggles were over
when we had broken free of the shackles
I found myself separated from her.
While she was wearing the tag of a survivor
I was labelled as dead.
I did not know how to take my demise?
Whether I wanted to exist as dead or I wished to hold onto life?
Was the purpose of my struggle defeated
when I left life
Because I was struggling to live not to die?
We were in the same boat.
We huffed and puffed rowing away with heavy oars.
One moment she was alive like me,
the next, as death set me free
she lived still!
Perhaps, she is still chained in life
So, as a consolation, she is said to have survived!