Above the earth, and more than skin.

You were rebirth, shaped to my kin.

Twas disservice to us both.

I hope for your ascent, and you clung to ground.

I hoped to resent, and bring my fury round.

But you've earned nothing. Not hatred, love, or pity.

I am my star, you a withered effigy.

I shall fly far, and confine you to memory.

No longer shall I look for you.

No longer will you gnaw my heart.

No longer will I yearn for your love.

No longer will you chain me to your ground.

By my labor are you cast aside.

And by my labor, I have found my stride.

I walk alone, but freely so.