i have come to realize
people are not merely
cutting their ties
with people who have hurt them.
you cut down the roots
of the lies they planted in your soul.
you cut down the flowers
that you've allowed to grow.
you cut down the strings
of words tied to your heart.
you cut down everything
that you thought once was real.
and with the places you've cut down
you grow your own flowers
you tie your own strings
and your soul becomes free.
you are not just cutting ties
you are giving yourself
a chance to start again,
a chance to regrow your own flowers,
a chance to repair your broken soul.
YOU ARE READING
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