And for that, you’re missing out

a poem

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You saw
that I was defiant,
disobedient
not enough

despite my efforts
to appease.

You saw
that I was
the runt of the litter

such an error
for the above and beyond
flourishing that became
when my roots were allowed
to breathe,
my body allowed to grow.

You saw
that I was flaky,
a friend that did not show up

without ever showing up
for someone else,
main character suffering
while everyone else was
victimizing you
without realizing
that I was not the first,
nor I be the last
of kindness extended,
understanding extended,
and exhausted to the point
of burnout.