they will burn it down to dance around the flames
and we will be left to sort through the ashes
this malevolence,
this wickedness,
this malicious and heinous assault on humanity perpetrated by the few upon the many
will surely be the end of us all
and, yet, where do i find myself on most nights?
scribbling away, trying to find a hope between the lines that will sustain me
because i know how many before me have felt the way that i do now
how hopeless it must have seemed,
how trivial to continue…
but they did.
i intend to honor them through perseverance,
to show that, somehow, we learned from their sacrifices,
and we stand ready to bend the future to our will
we, the many who value what the few seek to destroy, carry the burden that we never asked for,
but which must be carried all the same
i find myself grateful for the tenacity of my spirit, and the vitality of my body
knowing that each will be tested to its limits in due time
they cannot succeed,
and they know this,
just as surely as i know that i cannot fail
so, cast your flames about me until my skin cannot bear it
drown my soul in polluted waters,
and send poison cascading from above
do whatever it is that you believe will defeat me
because what you fail to recognize is that i have already been rebuilt from the ashes
and this self-assuredness sustains me in ways that your hubris never could
