Life.

I emerged bloodied red from an exhausted mothers stomach cavity into a world with no regard.
The first breathe I drew would be a declaration against the society I would soon battle against.
From the earliest memories I can draw upon, I can think of being repeatedly kicked while crawling on hand and knee.
And when I finally gathered the strength to stand once more;
I was pinned against a wall by a force similar to a typhoon barreling towards an unexpecting pacific island.
It's always been the last day of summer and I've been left out in the cold with no key to get back in.
So I feel as if I've had more than my fair share of experiences.
The volcanic magma flowing beneath my feet will eventually consume my essence.
And I will be projected into a godless sky after churning in the ground for hundreds of years.
And when all has settled, I will eventually lay.
A smoldering mound of ash;
waiting to be cast in all earthly directions by a passing breeze.