When people give you shit
use your hands to mix it in with dirt
or else you'll suffocate in it.
And if you can't breathe and can't bear it
just cry;
because the stains won't fade
and time is running faster from you
then you can run towards it.
Use the last of your sweat to buy any seed you can find
and when all you have left is a gamble,
pray:
sway so the rain will bless your seedling
bow to shield it from howling winds and scorching suns
beg for the strength to endure sleepless nights as predators stalk.
There's a lot you have to sacrifice for a miracle.
And if it comes to be:
if you've contorted reality,
bent time,
and sparked embers of omnipotence to fire
you may just find a vision to be born.
You, whose sight never stayed from your creation because a second lost to vengeance is a life lost to despair,
may just be rewarded:
A forest made from a single seed.
And when your catalysts return,
and they will,
in awe,
in envy,
to subvert your work,
enjoy the fruit of your labors
and smile:
someone who didn't have what it takes to get where you are
has no idea what you'll do next.
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