I'm grateful for post-traumatic growth
a tree grows around its wounds
shattered teacups mended
in fullness of zen attended
bound back together
with gold, it comes gilded
angels released from rock
only with Hephaestic hammering
violent chiselling
pearls born of
sandy inside attacks
oppressive pile on
graphite's soft sable, dark soot
deftly delivers
durable clarity, crystalline diamonds
the adept first putrifies
life crushes caterpillar
purees pupae
for butter to fly
antigens dance with antibodies
to nick the antifragile
is a gift of strength to the facile
I can only fly in ecstatic high
as far as I can dive deep
into the lows, down the doldrums
seeped into scars
trenches of inner wars
where my most potent love comes
most generous will, power, morale
ready in waiting
for tears to come
anger to boil
a release towards
a symbiosis
with lives past.
