I know you purposely sent me those whirlwinds just so they could crawl up my skin and slip under my skin.
I know you sent this flood not to drown me necessarily, but to see how long I could stay afloat.
I know you hung these dark clouds over me to test how long I could go without the sunlight.
I know you sent that sandstorm to see if I could close my eyes tight enough to block out the angry sand.
I know you sent these rain showers to see how easily I could avoid and walk around each puddle.
I know you sent me a taste of hell so I know to act according to where I want to live after death.
I know you’re testing me,
You’re pushing my buttons,
Trying to make me stand my ground and unpack the strength I have stored in a suitcase that’s been tucked away in the dusty abandoned attic for the past couple centuries.
But couldn’t you offer me a lifejacket to help me stay afloat?
Couldn’t you offer me rain boots to make it past these immense puddles surrounding me on every side I turn to?
Couldn’t you offer me a flashlight to see in the darkness that inches oh so close to my face making me claustrophobic?
Couldn’t you be of assistance?
I thought we were in this together, I thought we were on the same team.
Some days it feels that you neglect me.
But world, I will eventually figure out your tricky ways.
I will evolve into an independent and even stronger entity willing to take on anything with whatever weapons I can find.
Bring it on I guess,
go ahead world,
test me.
But i’m not going down without a fight.