Rebirth

Gillian Ramirez

​​​​Like a thoughtless child wandering through a garden,
yanking flowers along the way
bit by bit you stole pieces of me
and kept them for yourself
not to use them, not to give to another,
solely so I could not have them
solely that I stayed with you,
hoping to earn them back
But it was only once the garden was empty,
barren, cold, devoid of any life that once inhabited it,
that I realized I didn’t mind if you kept them
You can only take as much as I allow you to
so keep what you have
the parts that you stole are dead now
they’ll never be able to grow again
but I can make a million more flowers
I can grow an infinite number of ways to love me
And how many times can the same thing hurt you?
As long as you love it, I think.

My body is molting
The old me shedding, peeling away slowly
There are dead limbs I need to prune
I will kill the parts of me
I can no longer carry
and use the pain as fertilizer
to grow the new me
And take her by the hand
And teach her how to crawl

Growth

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