Agency is Mine

no god

ever saved

rescued, or

redeemed me

ripped from my roots

carelessly cast

asunder

cut, deprived

and bled

to near death

though my seeds, remained

from transplant on into

split, after split,

after split

opening

closing.

seasons came, weathered

went

capped.

bridges burned

purposed

fully.

no mysterious

salvation

mused me

but i, i tended

by ways

nurturance;

tenaciously

painstaking-ly

mercilessly

gardens

birthed, again

breadth deepened

visions’

expanded

only through

nigh

willingness

fruitful

commitment

un-wavered

only in

and among

my own

Agency

she bends