Alive

Knees splayed. Palms flat on the cold ground.
Head low. Eyes closed.
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
Each breath is only a means to the next.
There’s a sweet silence in my soul,
The blood sings in my ears.
Your anger is a balm to my torment - I am nothing,
A holy promise in the space where I end and you begin.
Your violence robs me of fear - I am alive.