Thursday, February 20, 2020

Upcycling

Every time you threw me away
I escaped and ran straight back to you
both of us pretending to forget why
until the last time
you piled so much trash on top of me
I did not know what was me
and what was trash

Eventually I remembered who I am
an imperfect woman who deserves better

I climbed out
I walked straight home

I did not break up with you
so much as I broke up
with a part of myself
that allowed myself to be thrown away

I decide what stays
and what goes

I am upcycling
becoming someone more 
than the sum of my parts

Copyright 2020 Diana Shellenberger