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May 15, 2018

The Girl I Was, Before Him. {Poem}

My Favorite Gardener.

~

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.

~

 

 

Author: Olivia Morrissey
Image: Courtesy of Astaria Holland
Editor: Khara-Jade Warren
Copy & Social Editor: Nicole Cameron

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