Monday, August 25, 2008

grind

crush me into ash
with that mortar and pestle
you call a heart
remnants of me, for you

cast me in the passing breeze
for the rain to wash away
to soak the ground
you walk upon so freely

leave me absolved of you
to make new roots alone
from the travesty of us
to spring forth once again

ignore me as I flourish
despite your efforts to grind
the life from these eyes
a task too great for you alone

watch me rise unaffected
and free of your self-hate
never seeing that this soul
shall not be denied its ascent


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