Secret Garden

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Heavy head in the clouds, cluttered mind in the fog, defeated chin to the ground, she recollects her hardships and gathers her hidden thoughts deep inside her. Rough journey through sand, prickling garden of thorns, and dry yellow grass all around her. She hollers at fields, where the blossoms spring forth, as they peak at the dirt that surrounds her. Tossing water and seeds, poked in rows through the trees, for the stems and the roots down below her. Still haunted by weeds, tied around both her knees, planted down to the path left behind her. Fallen petals and leaves, like the drops on her cheeks, that have dripped and have dried from within her. The drained garden defined, like the vines in her mind, which are stumps that have soaked all the water. She stands to regain, from the thorns and the pain, that had covered the earth underneath her. The roses will bloom, like the sun and the moon, that return every day to remind her. That the garden she knows does not tangle her toes, but is trapped in the layers beneath her.

Published by notapeepbutlotsofpaper

A silent voice with lots to say. I speak with pens to stay away.

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