Forced Survival

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Emerging from the longest night,
I saw the brightest morn.
The most pleasant burst of summer,
When all nature is abloom,
Where the breeze caresses
And the sunshine kisses,
Enough to melt from my memory
That it was ever dark.

But lo and behold an uncharted eclipse —
Or was it the fastest storm?
Whilst relishing the sweetest berries
Upon the softest turfs,
The darkness fell upon me.
Not like a blanket but as a mountain,
A solid fraction of the earth
Hurled suddenly, mercilessly,
And with the sharpest aim
Such that I would perish —
I hoped instantaneously.

But to the merit of my creator
And to my own detriment
I live.
Vividly conscious.
Unfaltering breaths.
Unbroken.
In excruciating pain.
Seeing, feeling, sensing, thinking.
Counting every agonizing millisecond
Beneath a planet’s weight.

Forced to survive.
For whatever the long, countless nights
And few brief mornings past
Have molded my being into
Was built with adamant.