Resilience

Was it worth it?

From the vantage point of the privileged
it is a gift admired from afar
Yet those who possess such a burning thing
blend it in a brew of mixed feelings

For they know it is a blessing fanned from a curse
forged by fires stoked in hell
A glimmer that singes and blisters
cradled in hands calloused a thousand times over

A fermentation of peace and delusion
is the spirit that settles without proof
that everything will be alright
Raise a glass to enduring those sleepless nights

Everything but the body is put to death and
those who should not have made it
live to tell the tale of incorporeal bloodshed
Do they testify of resurrection or become the living dead?