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Catkins in the Wind


I was nothing to you. You were an addict, and I was your drug of choice. Something for you to take when you needed a fix. Something to be abused, To be used up and left in the dirt, Empty. - So I filled myself up With Shame, And Disgust And Pain And Fear You didn't have to hide any evidence Because I buried myself for you. - But I won't lie Here Anymore. - I am tearing up the earth around me, Clawing through clay and splitting boulders in my path Forcing the world to make room for me. - I'm taking what was left to rot And rebuilding myself with breath, and water, and light And filling these bones with life. - I am so much more than what you took from me. - I am strong, And I am good, And I am loved - I can speak And I can fight And I can endure - I am not the sum of what I have to sacrifice, I am not polluted by your poison, I am not too broken to ever be whole again I am not yours - I am Mine I am Mine I am Mine - And I always was And I always will be And even though you carved your name into my flesh, I am healing- Growing so tall, so far out of your reach, You will never touch me again. And someday, you will be nothing but a scar - Someday you will be nothing - And I will be a forest.
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