Bounce

Bounce

A new mix.

A mixing.

Not a mix up.

Not a mistake.

Not a miss take.

Not a taking that was missed.

Not a trip that was missed.

An intentional act.

An intentional miss step.

The place of the slip.

The place where I caused you to slip.

Is this not the dangerous place of testing a trouble?

Is this not the place of triumph?

For as you fall, it is my hand that lifts you up.

For I know you love to be upon the edge.

You love to be hanging by a fraying thread.

For it is I that has equipped you for this path.

For it is I that enables you to make progress upon the dangerous path.

For does not the warrior make his own path through the enemy troops?

For you love the scenes where the good guy is outnumbered by the bad guys.

You love it when they hold him down and tell him it is over, his demise is inevitable, that he should give up, that he should concede defeat. But he refuses to lie down. For in the end he dominates his enemy, that which came against him.

Likewise I have caused you to arise.

How is it possible to keep down that which I have commanded to arise.

For whenever you enemy presses upon you, it is them than ends up flat on their back.

For you know your nick name, the one that hurt the most in your youth, you rarely speak of it, you wish to deprive it of all power, you forever want to seal your lips lest it ever repeated.

Yet that which was a term of derision coined by your enemy is now a term I will use to define you.

For I am turning the tables on your enemy, I am flipping everything upside down.

That which was up, shall now be down, that which was down will now be up.

For that which caused you to decrease and diminish, and retreat, and step back, shall now burst forth increase, advance, elevation.

For you shall bounce back.

Boing, boing, spring has sprung, they would say of you.

Laugh as they would, unrelenting in their attack, refusing to quit, rallying against you, wave upon wave, until you retreated, until you backed down.

Yet the more they pressed upon you, the more I pressed down upon you, the more pressure resulting in the greatest treasure.

For diamonds are formed under pressure.

Their true value only revealed when they surface.

For I have caused you to bounce back.

It is I that causes you to rise up.

It is I that will bring a spring to your step.

For you will leap with joy and delight.

For the weapon used against you shall be placed in your hand.

For you shall cause all who connect with you to bounce back.

Higher and higher.

Like one of those bouncing castles.

For now is the time of your rising.

Now is the time of your elevation.

For it is I that will cause you to arise.

Higher and higher.

The pinnacle of success.

The monument to my goodness.

The headline story.

The one that all will hear about.

The one who rises from the ashes.

The beautiful one rising up from the ashes.

For you were not destroyed by fire.

You were fashioned by the fire.

You were crafted by fire.