I AM NOT SO EASILY UNDONE

They fashioned their mission
from shadows and delusion,
a crusade against my existence,
as though my breath alone
were an offence
they could not bear.

Every glance I cast,
every step I take,
becomes a battle cry in their mind—
they sharpen their teeth on fantasies
where I am already gone.

But I remain.
Rooted, unyielding,
the tree they could not cut down.
Their axes splinter;
their fire dies in its own smoke.
Still I rise,
still I breathe,
still I claim the ground
they swore I would never hold.

Let them seethe in their illusions.
Let them choke on their need
to conquer what was never theirs.
I am not so easily undone.
I am not so easily erased.

Their war ends
where my endurance begins.
And I have no intention
of disappearing.

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