I am my own garden,
wildflowers grow on me.
But she came along,
not to dig holes but graves.
Then you came along,
you didn’t plant 
a single kind word.

I let you water my plants
but as they began to sprout
you drowned and buried them
under the graves she made.

I am my own garden
and I will start digging holes.

I am my own garden
and I will start planting seeds.