*p

prove! what do i have to prove!

are the sanguine rivers running down my body, not enough? i am alive!
are my quaking, thunderous heartbeats, not enough? i am alive!
are the tangled thoughts drifting through my mind, not enough? i am alive!

even if i have to scream to the world, i am living, i have lived—i lived, i live!

i live, though the air in my lungs is thick with poison
(i am alive!)
i live, though the river i swim is thick with mud
(i am alive!)
i live, though the roots on my legs are thick and heavy
(i am alive!)

and to the world, i still shout, “i lived!” with a triumphant, shining smile, for my greatest accomplishment was drawing its breath into these weary lungs.

for as long as i live and breathe, worlds and words and infinities, i have lived,
for as long as i live and breathe, i have won, i have prevailed, i have conquered, i have lived.

and my dearest mother, i tell the universe with a voice as high and bright as the stars, that is enough.

ANGEL; i sing a song of triumph