Before you
I was a shallow grave
A body buried atop the memory
Of a childhood in the shade
Of a mother's love
But then
You dug your fingers into my soil
And excavated my bones
You regrew me from seed
Like a wildflower beside the highway
The petals may not have been pretty
But you praised their unfurling
You made me love the sun again
Where once I had shied from its rays
You slayed my dragon
And rescued the prince from his tower
A castle in a graveyard
Where thoughts rotted in darkness
You reshaped my clay
And raised me to stand
Where once I had crumpled
You made me better
By loving me
When I thought my heart dead and cold
When I struggled to love myself
Past the scars and the pain
You routed the disease
And left serenity in your wake
YOU ARE READING
furthermore
PoetryA poetic diary of sorts. A collection of poems chronicling my depression, suicidal ideation, and my journey through therapy.
