To the One Who Wasn't

Nesting in the shallot-shaped
bulb of beginning, you joined me.

You were created in violence; I denied you.
Because of him, I couldn’t keep you safe,

free of the ugliness I’d carry with you.
Your soul had a better place to begin.

That lineage of trauma mine to stop,
and one I’d never give you.

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