Fresh Hell

fomented, divided, abandoned, regained
humbled
we are still children yet

what will tomorrow’s trials teach us?
who will fall?
who will flourish?
what pain will bear
what art?

life does not get easier.
we will have days even worse than this,
enough to tear our souls apart.
unquenchable anger.
unfathomable loss.
we will bend, burn, bellow
and
survive.

if we can listen we can learn

emerging
from each successive conflagration
never victorious
but wiser, truer
more grateful
aligned in the sudden extremes.