i became the shackles you placed,
and the fire you once tamed

your soles burn, not from my intention, but from your own fuel

i stand as the coal now,
and embrace my roots torn,

i am the tree you have grown

with my legs removed,
i am the fallen stump that impedes your path,
without intention

i am still me, but now as hard as a thousand year old wood,

my bark, you have calloused to a polish

and now you must dig yourself out

because now, i will not move