On Being Invincible.

On Being Invincible.

It is not overnight that one becomes invincible.

It is after the war.

It is after you have been terrorized by your own dreams and made a prisoner by your own devices.
It is after surfacing the river from which you've been submerged.

Submerged by your own hands.
By others' hands. By the land.
By the night.
By your own bones.

Sometimes we betray ourselves.
Sometimes we save ourselves.

And it is only after we have fought ourselves and won that we are invincible.

When you've died and come back to life several times, when each blow ravages you more than you know...you come to learn that with every return....you are invincible.

And the strangers will shake you and your loved ones may rake you and your own heart forsakes you.

And you punch the air, grimacing, strangling the strange sensations from which your incarnation tempts fate and celebrates that
you
are
still
here.

Then you will be invincible.