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damage and flourishing

Letting go of past sins

Sins that were not my own

Flowering branches that once stretched high


Burned at the stake

Witch hunts were your favourite pastime

Shovel digging to find my roots

Too twisted



For you to get to

Rejecting the damage

And flourishing with new growth

Bright green shoots grow from my trimmed branches

Petals unfolding

Accepting the tickling feet of friendly bees

I try to not fear their sting


Still breathing

Catching my breath

The bruises around my throat are fading

Your leash broke the skin

But now I run free and far

Trying not to get caught again

But growing

Into the sky


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