Weed

I felt so small 

so inconsequential 

a literal passing thought.

Marriage taught me

you can mean even less

then you thought you did before.

I used to be something wild

a resilient wildflower

blooming where I was planted.

But I always got in the way

and felt like a weed

and uprooted myself just to please you. 

I want to be more

to feel more

than this current pulling me back. 

Back to when I was still allowed

to be a wildflower

and someone could pick me for what I was. 

I'm not a rose, but you wanted me to be. 

Those flowers need pruning

and a thoughtful gardener to maintain them.

I am wild and free-spirited. 

And I don't need you to make me behave.