He always said he loved my softness and the gentle way I carried myself.
He said I was like the sky, so sunny and bright,
He only wanted me when I was a blue, summer day,
For him, I bent myself every which way, until he only saw a flower, I hid my thorns.
I pounded myself until my edges were smooth and soft
He wasn't strong enough to grasp my curves and sharp edges
He didn't want to have to wade through my storms,
He didn't want to have to dance around all my lighting and thundering
I thought it was shameful to have storms or to have nights without stars,
But now I know,
I am the sky.
I am a galaxy
I am a summer storm that cleanses the earth and replenishes the earth
You were right,
I am one with the beautiful, wild, uncontrollable sky
I am infinite.
