Ever since my great escape,

those who know and those who don’t

praise me, my unending fate

“How did manage to you survive?”

“You’re a breathing inspiration”

“And I could *never* find such drive”

They see how I pushed through hell,

but not how I burned my skin gone

They see how far I flew and fell,

but not how hard I hit the ground

Because I didn’t shatter,

I let no cracks pause my path

Because my heart held less matter,

I didn’t let my blood feel wrath

Until here,

until now

They speak of it like history,

like a memoir in the writing,

as if I’d left behind the worst

of life’s never-ending curse