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Gardens shouldn't be barren
When I was young I had such high hopes
Like only children can.
I planted flowers in the garden of my heart,
Was sure they’d grow to be the best, biggest,
Most beautiful flowers ever.
How could they not?
This world was mine, that sky a view
That stretched on as long as my
Thoughts and desires.
But naivety, something I once cherished
Became something I scolded.
Grow up, get real, base yourself
In reality.
And I forgot those dreams.
Decided it was best not to have
Any desires.
I realized the flowers I planted
In my heart weren’t growing,
That they’d been planted in
A hole. Where the only rain
They received were my tears .
Weeds of doubt took root,
Pesticides of hate coated,
And soil once rich and ready
Became devastated and dry.
I’d set fire to this garden,
Restart my heart, but
I’m afraid it would leave
Me barren. Broken unable
To find life again.
Maturity Images Here
Plant a seed and see what grows, if good, replant, if not, pull out and discard. The heart understands renewal like the seasons as we cast off old dreams and search for better under better skies emerging form nurturing soil. Enjoyed this one immensely- slc