Ripped, torn. My trust was yours and you slashed it apart.
Bleeding, unborn, broken, I wandered in sea of lost
Colors, never. They faded like black blood.
Greyer days i’d never seen, like grey and silken mud.
Sunken, food was never tasted, so I rejected it.
Skinny, crude, lazy, Wallowing in pain
of loosing
you.
My future was a pinprick of light and a hell hole of darkness between me and ending.
But in the darkest place of my longest night. When my bones showed through this endless fight.
I lit a flame and color formed. I burned my shame and cut the chord.
I sent you love and felt more whole. Not healed not better, but for my soul,
It meant something.
And now i see, i planted a seed but not a tree…
But now so long now has time come through.
The light is bright and colored too!
The glowing gold of sun and sky shine through the green of leaves that i,
cultivated and let be fed, with glories of this world, undead…
Reborn and breathing in the sight. Of all the beauties, and all the right….
My wounds i stiched with a single thread, a needle *****, but no blood bled.
The glowing hues of days to lead, began to water and warm my seed.
Now every ******* day it grows.
Even the nights, a blue black rose.
And my love is back.
The world wants me,
and the odds are stacked.
I’m here you see!
existing, thriving, held, a dove.
My branches lifting, flying, above.
I see you now, not far away.
Living on as we do every day.
I love you still, but not like before.
I can see your body and not need more.
Because i light the fire inside myself.
I don’t need another to put me on a shelf.
I am whole as I am, in breaking and birth.
This tree that is me will increase in girth.
And the colors get brighter, because the heart is sewed tight.
My tree exhales wonder,
rainbows in sight.
It has a happy ending.