Rising from the Mud

In the garden of trust, a flower once bloomed,

Petals of promise, love richly groomed.

But shadows emerged, a storm slowly brewed,

You treated me like dirt, my heart now subdued.

Your words were the tempest, tearing through air,

A hurricane of falsehoods, leaving me bare.

I stood in the downpour, blinded by despair,

You treated me like dirt, in this love affair.

I wore your deception, a cloak heavy with grime,

Yet, I discovered strength in the wreckage of time.

I won't be a seed in your garden of crime,

You treated me like dirt, but I won't resign.

The soil beneath me, a foundation so weak,

I won't linger in mud where bitterness reeks.

Dust off the sorrow, let courage speak,

You treated me like dirt, but my spirit peaks.

I rise from the mire, leave the past behind,

A phoenix emerging, my heart redefined.

I won't be shackled to what you've assigned,

You treated me like dirt, but no more confined.

Through fields of forgiveness, my journey takes flight,

I soar above resentment, embracing the light.

No longer entangled in the shadows of night,

You treated me like dirt, yet I shine so bright.

I've cleansed my soul of the stains that you left,

No longer a victim, of love's grand theft.

I stand tall, resilient, no longer bereft,

You treated me like dirt, but I've found strength.

In the echoes of healing, a melody sings,

A song of redemption, as my spirit springs.

I've emerged from the mud, on newfound wings,

You treated me like dirt, but my heart now sings