Poem: Reborn in a Garden



Originally published in Black Mirror Magazine.

By Katherine Givens

Standing, huddled in fear,

The whip’s lash breaks my flesh,

My spirit and courage.

Blood pours from the wound,

Trickling down my body

Into the soil beneath my feet.

Seedlings drink

From my martyr veins,

Granted a chance to thrive

Without the pain I endured.

Days upon days,

I suffer for their birth,

Until I collapse

With no more to give.

Shriveled, withered, I decay,

But my seedlings reach

For the dawn’s rays.

A garden, my death’s garden,

Of roses and baby’s breath

Takes the place of my grave.


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