Remember Good Things Can Come from Bad Things

Words like knives cut my undeserving skin,

I didn't ask for this

My eyes scan the floor for an escape

and your hands leave bruises like universes

A vast empty void vessel

Theres no collapse of my chest, no inhale of breath, no river of tears, no glimpse of fears

I stand mummified in my spot, my roots cracking the stone beneath me, my legs worried I will never move again

My blood become ice, I feel it fill me

You rip flower after flower from my garden, leaving my barred and dirt upturned

I do not replant

but

Flowers will grow back eventually

Starting as buds from the silent seeds that had fallen in the dirt you disturbed

Growing from my stomach up

Photosynthesis producing positivity purely to cure my pain