A Poem of Victory I Wrote for Class

THE UNDYING

I never lose;

When I do, I refuse

to let my captors

be the only ones laughing;

(Heck) He’s the one who’s dragging

All this weight through the muck

As I gaze at the sky,

At the trees passing by,

And the birdies flying high:

They’re free like me, no

sweat, no fret, no debt to repay; I’m

Cruising through the pain. These

rocks, these thorns cut

flesh, draw blood, I draw

strength from every ribbon made.

I’m being re-made

into an image that’s invisible and powerful—

fit for the bliss that I’m going to.