Rising Against

I am a tide, rising up, wild and free.
I crash into the hard truth of the shore,
bashing my skull against it,
trying to make some sense of it.

I am a survivor, raising my fists, fighting.
I am crumbling flesh,
divorced from the traumas,
devoid of the reasons behind actions.

I am terrified.

I can make no sense of these realities.
I can't breathe the poisoned clouds.
I don't understand the reasons,
the misgivings, the belligerency.

I am simply a tide, rising up,
eager to devour the, hard won,
knowledge of the earth. Eager to be.
I am a survivor.

I am stronger than I believe myself to be.