You Survived

Despite the kitchen sink catapulting through the crevices of your cranium

From a pitch more perfect than the harmonies of heaven

At a speed indistinguishable from the reflection of rays

You survived to tell the story

Of how life couldn’t defeat you.

Although your mornings make for a mirage of misfortune

And your nights continue to nestle a new network of nightmares

Each day drawing nearer to your dreaded damnation

You survived to tell the story

Of how life couldn’t defeat you.