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You’ve seen me
rise above everything
if it hurts
it can’t hurt too much
that I can’t survive it
and emerge
more powerful
and indestructible
than I was before

You’ve watched me
take common and filthy pain
and turn it
into something
worth preserving
for millennia

your cardboard box
of mediocrity
won’t hold me
I’m sorry
your worldly prestige
and timid comfort
and vanity
and material triumphs
in celebration of disillusionment
may add up to a life
you can be content with
but as long as I’m alive
I’m headed to a place
you may be too limited
to even know about

I’m not one of you
I tell you now
don’t hem me in
don’t stand in my path

I’m leaving you behind