I reach to you
In sincere longing ways,
But you cut me down
Into oblivion,
Making me feel
Like angry storms of snow,
Whirling, swaying, twisting.
Falling
To the cold, lifeless ground,
Only to be stepped on,
Cut through,
Forcefully moved.
But like a plant of spring
I will grow back.
Bigger, stronger,
Overpowering you someday.
I will break down this cage I've made.
I will bloom, prosper, and grow on
To be bigger than you.
You are nothing
But a weed now.
