I am not a survivor , but an over comer here.
For a survivor just barely get by in this life.
But an over comer, gets by more than just barley.
My God gives me much more than just barely.
I am by more than just barely I am by far blessed.
I am by far, much more than just surviving too.
For my Savior, has by far blessed me right here.

he leaves his vapour trail
like an aircraft
across the sky
musky eau de cologne
the one from the bathroom cabinet
dad never used to wear
a memory or somewhere close
mixed with tobacco smoke
ingrained in clothing
from the old days
before the demon
was banished to car parks
and outside office buildings
in the rain
then he is gone
an unresolved mystery
in an otherwise ordinary
afternoon

but you see -
she has
a tendency
to be silent
when it gets
real loud
inside her head.