Vanquished

Although my petals have wilted like the forgotten flower

I am not over

My being will not cease to exist

I will cocoon my skin with silk and reside there

I may be quiet, I may be light

But do not forget who I am

I am the storyteller, the puppet master, the gardener with the green thumb

I will rise as my powdered petals have vanished in the dust

And I will bloom into the most powerful woman I have been

My body will flourish alongside my mind

As if united deep within the rich soil

I will become the story my bones ache to become

The person my minds made up on

And I will become the very thing that leaves a storm in my wake