He turned me upside down
and began to pull at my roots,
in a cruel and forceful fashion.
I felt the tiny tendrils rip and shred,
I lay exposed and bare,
my foliage bruised and torn.
He pressed me into a larger vessel.
spreading my damaged roots in fresh soil.
anointing me with water and sunlight.
I sit in the east window now,
looking out through clouded panes,
learning to grow again.