The seeds of life

The seeds of life begin when you are crippled,
When you are low and ripped apart,
When you are weak,
When you are exhausted.

Lying flat, I opened my arms,
I gave up,
I gave in,
I couldn't take it anymore.

Alive, but dead.

In years to come a voice spoke to me,
With such grace,
I could not but listen,
"Your torture,
Your torment,
Is not your own,
I feel it too,

Now, I am your strength"

I arose,
From a pulverising punch,
Stronger than any man can deliver,
Not from a fist,
But from the entirety of life itself,
I arose with humility,
I arose with love,
I arose.

Life, with its evil means and evil ways,
has with it rigorous trials,
It kills and maims and murders,
It drives you insane.

We meet evil,
Face to face.

He tries to break you,
He tries to crush you,
But, cowardice will never overcome me,
Deception, lies, hatred?
Will never defeat me!

Listen, you cancerous darkness,
I'm too strong for you to win,
Too determined.

My head now,
Held still,
I think,
"Humility destroys death,
Death of the soul,"

I walk,
On the path,
To the light.