Perennial

Plant me, 
watch me grow. 
Water me, 
nourish my soul
with
love and tenderness. 
Let my leaves and
petals fall;
I am meant to wither
from time to 
time. 
Give me your
blessing,
allow me to 
be reborn.
I will always 
push through the
constraints of 
the gardens of life.
Shine your sun
onto me, 
as I sprout through
the tightly packed
earth formed
by my mind.
Be patient with me, 
I need time to 
come home. 
But I promise, 
I always will. 

20/20

They told us
that if the boys
were mean to us

it meant they liked us. 

So from a when I was
a small flower not yet bloomed
I equated lust
and love to desire

and meanness. 

The first time 
he called me stupid,
and yelled in my face

I thought it was love. 

The first time 
he told me that I
was worthless

I accepted it as normal. 

When he called 
me fat
I thought it was normal
and I made myself believe 

he meant it in a good way.

When he threw
things and got angry
and scared me,

I thought it was because he cared about me.

When he tore
me down
to bits of nothingness and
ripped my petals off of me

I told myself that he was mean because he loved me.

If they had told me
that boys being mean
to girls
was wrong,
and that true love
lets you bloom to your
full flowery potential

maybe I would have walked away sooner.

30.09.15

Have you heard the story
of the lotus flower?
It is not much different from
the story of you.

The lotus flower grows in
dirt, grime and filth.
But when it fully blooms and
reaches its maturity
it steals the breath
of all who behold it.

It is full of beauty
in the simplest
and most humble of ways.

It reminds me of you;
the way you started
out as a hopeless case
who was ready to give up on love.

Then we discovered
each other,
and your mind was forever changed
about love.

To me you are hope
wrapped up in a
perfectly beautiful package;
in the simplest and most
humble of ways.

Have you ever heard the story
of the lotus flower?
It is not much different from
the story of you.