If a heart can break
from being kept 'as if'
I have burst my heart
told it to hide
because it was not worth the
thought
effort
fight
If roots can be stripped
and told to not feel alive
I have crushed my roots of all energetic pulse
spoken into them
a hundred lies
more
to make the dance stop
If your core can be smothered
it would not be from hands
(hateful hands take blame well)
but from false submission
used to bury real thought
In my silence I spoke it out
"You should be punished"
If your life force
can be left out to dry
clipped by abandonment
set to fade in a fake expression
my false voice
can be blamed
it called me undeserving
and withheld love
but possibility
sets to work
remnants of truth
in dormancy
manage to force a bloom
creative power
and the colors of thirst
peek out
even in the hostility I created
love, in a spring of tears
begins to overflow
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