They trimmed you to the quick
too much and twisted you
until the sap would not flow
to all the parts of you
that needed to thrive
and now you are here,
shrunken, barely alive,
wondering why
the work they made of you
was not a success
having done nothing for your
happiness
and everything to make your
bonsai brain this mess.
I could tell them first of all
you were never a plant,
and tend to you like
I was a good aunt and could
fertilize you and realize
a new you
with care I never knew--
or I could have you learn to do you and flower on your own
by showing you
what should have been shown to you
from the very first--
the life force uncut just bursts
and you will find a way.
You will find a way.
