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I will prevail. by Lelia Thomas

The Sun is a merciless Queen Divine
As She burns with tireless light
Against my bent and beaten spine.
I am Hers. No place escapes her sight.
And so I bend to Her intense will,
Yet stare upon Her boldly from yon highest hill.
I am Hers, and yet still my own—
Her slave, yet my soul—blood, and bone.
One day, though, to Her I will not pale.
No longer Hers, I shall be my own.
In the end, I will prevail.

Her selfish power will surely decline,
Then beneath Her fire, there will be no fright.
And I, so weary, will drink Freedom as wine,
Soothed by my life’s ended plight.
There will be no more bending to Her will,
In my heart no contradiction, resentment, or ill.
Freedom will take me where only birds have flown
When merciless Queen Divine has no throne.
And I will stand tall, no longer a slave so frail.
This will be my soul—blood, and bone.
In the end, I will prevail.
“Aut vincere aut mori.*

^{*Latin for “Either conquer or die.” / “Conquer or be conquered.”}

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Written in 2005. You may view this in the means of which it is most relevant to your personal life. This could be a spiritual poem, or it could be a poem about conquering a type of addiction; it could be about a person, a place, or a thing. It is how you see it. There are no concrete symbols. I am the writer, but you are open to make the meaning personal for yourself.

We all have things in our lives, issues which try to squeeze out a part of us to take control. Ultimately, we must decide whether we will conquer or be conquered. It takes determination to conquer the things you feel enslaved by or fear, but the fight is always worth it in the end.