More shaped by fire than anything else, by strife than joy. We...

More shaped by fire than anything else, by strife than joy.  We forget our endurance, forget what we can survive, forget that real life exists beyond simply surviving.  

Typewriter Series #3058 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Flame born,
I call myself,
patched with ash
and the residue of
who I was.

Risen,
as though the heat
carried me.

All fight for life,
though few
risk all for the
thriving,
the deep drink from
the well of days,
throat cooled
where it only knew
smoke.  

I breathe water
like air
and have yet to
call myself
quenched.  

I seek the answers,
the buried magic
in all that pulses
just beyond
surviving.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-