Cut me open,
let me bleed dry.
Let my corpse rot.
Let it get eaten by maggots.
Let them devour all that’s left.
Not a morsel will remain.
Nothing that would hint at my life or existence.
Yet I know I will live on.
I will thrive even after my earthly tethers are cut.
That will keep me warm at night.
It will shelter me from the harsh weather.
It will not sway me.
It never will.
Of that I’m certain.
It will make me stronger.
Strong enough to keep my values in check.
After all I will be tested.