Resilience

From this wonderful new life that comes. It always comes, but the depth of the black pit from whence he sank me always crawls back, its tendrils pulling me down, pulling me back into the icy chasms that claim me, spur panic, melt into red rivers of tears and blood and finally I am alone with nothing but my ability to survive, my ability to adapt, to overcome, to thrive on the chaos and feed on it like an eldritch beast, until my hungry eyes are sated with the glory that comes with new success.