Save Me Poem by Alex Segree

Adversity as if an army of million men against one the odds are seen as a disastrous end. Though I rise from the pit through the shadows content to breath again. I rage on in the face of the multitudinous gathering of men. I face my enemies determined to bring them to an end. The battle is yet won when I hear a voice from within. My queen calming my anger dispersing my rage. Containing my explosions ushering forth compassion and smothering anxiety and replenishing my heart. I turn from my rampage and am lost in her art. How many fathoms down what depth did I sink before she reached in and pulled me out, what strength she manifests. What love she carries and dispenses for those who she cares about.