You have grown
from the shape of
a mouse you once
were.
No I take that
back.
You were a shadow
puppet of an ant
compared to what you
now are.
And you were still
strong.
Grown into a tigress,
grown into a
mountain lion
grown into
a goddess.
You are a mountain
compared to the dirt
pile you once were.
You tower over me
as the ocean of
my self pity has eroded
me.
I am sorry I have wilted.

I am sorry I
no longer feel
as if lightning runs
through my veins.
I am sorry I have
become a ******.
I am sorry I can't
face the memory of
the past 8 months
of an abusive relationship.
I'm sorry I allowed
him to make my body
his without my permission
and **** my mind
of the beautiful fields
it once held.
I'm sorry my
mind is polluted with
alcohol and smoke.
I'm sorry I am
rotting.

but, Jesus I am not
sorry you tower above me.
You have been rusted,
dipped in acid,
drowned
in all 7 seas
melted in
80,000 lava pits.
And you still tower
50 stories above me.

I am not
sorry that
I have lived.

I have seasons
tattooed into my skin.
I do not regret
losing the innocence
that made me glow.
But I am glad that
in the absence of my
light you have
become the sun.

And oh God. I wouldn't
mind going blind
starring up at you.