Born of desperation
and months of desolation that stretched so long that I became them
Turn off the future
One assignment at a time or it will be so much that I’ll succumb
I am not the same person I was then.
Out of necessity I grew a shell.
I became an eons-old tortoise with incrementally insignificant movements so small that they don’t matter
until they do.
Until I have become the thing I wanted
and irreparably destroyed-
like a phoenix-