My Favorite Gardener.
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I remember the girl I was
the girl who loved him
who didn’t know she loved herself
Though she never knew me
I know her well
and while I can no longer be her
I love her still
For what she knew
for what she didn’t know
for the uprooting she would do
for all she weeded and sowed
The persistent nourishing
the love and the watering
That girl
who loved him
who didn’t know she loved herself
She is my spine bone
my soul’s
favorite gardener
And when I look into crystalline
eyes that are mine
I bow to her honor
scraped knee traumas
Of blood and in dirt
and I hold her cut hands
and I hold her heart’s hurt
and I turn
To face
the sun
And together
we surrender
And we witness
ourselves—
We finally allow
ourselves—
To bloom.
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Author: Olivia Morrissey
Image: Courtesy of Astaria Holland
Editor: Khara-Jade Warren
Copy & Social Editor: Nicole Cameron
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