Echos From the Inferno; spoken word poetry

A poem written while recovering from surgery after living with an insidious chronic disease for a decade.

A new dawn has emerged,

but the scars remain,

tortured echoes of my past, reduced to nothing,

carved by the trials I have sustained.

Though I may be wounded,

bruised, beaten and imprisoned by pain,

I am richer for it all,

fractured into splinters, abused by my body insane,

and yet, unbroken, I rise each time I fall.

With each step forward,

sometimes haunted by the pain,

I embrace the unknown passage,

where shadows lurk, untamed.

For within me,

an eternal fire burns bright.

a determination to prosper,

in the darkest of nights.

The flames may have scarred me,

a thousand skins reduced to ashes,

but they cannot consume,

for there is light that shines in masses,

a beacon of hope in constant bloom.

So I stand tall in reverence,

a survivor, not a victim of fate,

ready to face each test of God,

for in endurance, I have found gold in the rubble,

through hell, I touched heaven, it’s never too late.

With each passing day,

I shed layers of my past self,

emerging humbled, ever anew,

with wisdom and strength in wealth.

I am not afraid anymore,

of what lies beyond the dark,

for I know that within me

lies an unbreakable spark.

So let the fire rage on

and let the flames burn high,

for I have survived it countless times before

and this time, I will not shy away or hide.

For every trial and tribulation

has rendered me richer, and more resilient still,

until one day, these scars will fade,

but my spirit will remain, evolve, shine eternal, and never wilt.

“Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world.” - 1 Peter 5:8