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There are things we do not talk about here.
Do not mention the lines that once
Ran along the length of your left hand,
Carved by you trying to play God
When you were barely a person//
Perhaps that was the point.
Half a year trying to make the scars disappear,
The other half spent convincing your own damn self not to.
Listen.
There are places in your head
You could disappear off to,
The ones which will make you so, so happy
And perhaps even a maniac,
But aren't maniacs just people
With enough conviction
To want to live in a world
That was their own mind's doing?
I am proud.
When the Earth tumulted and collapsed on me,
Trying to throw me off itself,
I held on with bare hands.
I dug my claws into the brown soil,
Trying to become one with the Mother,
Trying to grow myself some roots to stay.
I have already been here longer than I had imagined,
To have a place at all is magic in itself.
I have so much life left to grow roots out of.