"Again, and again, and again" (a poem)

You can stab me

again

and again

and again

and for as long as you like

Twisting the blade making sure that I won't survive

But I will rise

from the ashes you burned down

Each single time

I'm going to pick up every piece,

reassemble and rise

again

and again

and again

You can stab me 

as long as you like

but I'm ready now;

ready to fight