We’re not just our tragic backstory,
You know.
FORTITUDINE –
Remember?
This resilience.
Grit.
It wasn’t merely inherited freely,
Via clan genetics.
It is born of suffering,
Across many years.
Such cliches,
Are beneath me now –
But such white scars,
Purple stretch marks,
Were earned.
So.
We remain.
Niamer ew.
Refusing to dissolve into black sand,
Or slumber until we rust.
Once,
Was a simple cryptid of the woods.
Eating fiddleheads & saskies raw & green.
Trailblazing unto the summits,
Of mountains.
Evolution has treated me well.
Growing far beyond the Pygmalion Complex,
At my roots.
We’re Not Just Our Tragic Backstory, You Know.
