Strength overcoming
Gives the strength to die again.
Your power may bind me,
Your tips may pierce,
Banks of blood may burst,
Pain may shriek its dizzy song,
The scene may fade to an aspirin cloud
But I was not wrong.
Take aim, make efforts to end me -
I am still not wrong.
Every survival is revival;
The truth reawakens,
Exhilarates on air,
Gasps its fill with a thrill to repair
To build and declare
Its word once again.
I am without arms yet not without force.
What is shared is unceasingly known
On its unerring course
To atone.