I fell away
the same way
the leaves would fall
from the maple tree
in the backyard
of my childhood home
until He cut her down
the very same day
I became a women
I bleed for her
with every returning cycle of the moon
for the sap that will never again
leak from her trunk
for the maple leaves
that will never again
have the chance to plummet down into the autumn ground
to decay
to fertilise the earth
I don’t mourn over her anymore
I realised yesterday
the end of her time
was the start of my bloom
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