When You Bloom

I hope to see you bloom
with shimmering dew dappling
your skin a newfound home
as fecundity fulminates
I’ll see you slip the skin of self-denial
as your roots purify
the sandy soil you grew in
a painful parental relationship
that left you feeling strained
an overbearing canopy
that soaked up all the rain
with this inflorescence you
may become as you are
releasing responsibility
for being loved with such unfair conditions
as responsibility for a parent’s
emotional well being
you are deserving of love
and self-compassion
for which any healthy relationship
should have abundant space