I am not angry
I am just prying away at the things that do not make me happy
I have allowed layers of grief to add up, and consume me
I will not anymore
I am stronger than before
These things that have connected, and became
Are dark shadows I lingered on,
Because I couldn't label them or give them a name
- they didn't deserve one
They never will
They wanted to take me away
From the flower that bloomed on Grandma's hill
I am the seed
I am the stem
I am the flower
I am the end
When I'm dome
I'll bloom again