View From The Bottom Of The Pit

Within
there exists
an invincible summer,
joyful at the death
of a thousand
angry springs.

Racked,
yet so much better
for the pounding!

Bruised,
yet grateful,
for the chance
to live—

bound not by doubt,

nor swept
by disappointment,

nor chain
by fear,
to pain,
whose time has past:

I stand defiant
of my palled
condition:

long as I live and breathe,
I'll rise again!