Life Itself

by Jolyn Low

Fling your rocks at my naked body, 
fool me with your sweet nothings and meaningless promise -
terrorise this fragile spirit’s dwelling and strike fear!

For the child does not crumble before you
This youth will rise before you
And this young adult will defeat you. 

Rejection of your kind I do not fear
With open arms will I welcome you closer
Come, stranger 
I dare you to make me perish in your fire