Let the fire hold me for a while.

All our favourite things are gifts three or four times given.

I know you wanted to kill me, but I had already died.

I know you wanted me to go away, but I am home.  I am space.

I know you wanted to starve me, but I always ate.

I know you wanted to institutionalise me, but my therapy was the desert, the fire, the mountains, the open road.

I know you wanted to fire me, but I make my own work.

I know you wanted to defame me, but I know who I am.

I clung to myself, I protected my name.  I clung to the earth

I know you wanted me to ignore my gifts, but I have peripheral vision.

I know you wanted to silence me, but the fire would pronounce my name

Pronounce it safe

Pronounce it whole

I know you wanted to destabilise me

But I saw the lights on the hill,

Where you saw only houses.

I know you tried to poison my crops,

But the plants purified themselves in the rain

I know you wanted me to react, but I waited.

I know you wanted to run me down, but I am the road

You wanted me thirsty, but I am the cup. 

A serpent wrapped around an egg

A fiery sun

A black cat.

I know you wanted to block me, but I fly through walls.

I know you wanted to burn me, but salted scabs heal quicker.

I know you wanted to get me lost, but I new my north and south.  I saw the southern cross.  The moon rise.  The apple tree

Victory is like a river

Victory is persisting.

Victory is surviving

Victory is loving it all.