A survivor, a witness, I recall.
Through hate's inferno, I found my way,
From the ashes, I rose, come what may.
In Bergen-Belsen's despairing night,
Amidst the horrors that tried to blight,
A flickering flame within me glowed,
Hope sustained me, in that dire abode.
I saw the suffering, the pain unfurl,
But amidst despair, I found my pearl.
In the solidarity of those who knew,
We shared our dreams, our courage grew.
I watched the innocence of children fade,
Their laughter silenced, their spirits frayed.
Yet, in their eyes, a spark still shone,
A resilience born of love's own bone.
Through starvation and disease's might,
We clung to life with all our might.
In whispered words, we found release,
Poetry became our act of peace.
We wrote of hope, of freedom's flight,
Of a world reborn, bathed in light.
Our stanzas etched on scraps of bread,
A testament to the soul unwed.
And when at last, liberation came,
We emerged broken, yet aflame.
With newfound strength, we dared to dream,
To rebuild lives, to redeem.
Bearing witness, a sacred call,
To honor those who did not fall.
We pledged to share our harrowing tale,
Lest history's shadows ever prevail.
So hear my words, etched with survival's might,
A testament to the human spirit's light.
From Holocaust's ashes, I arise,
A voice that echoes through the skies.