A Girl is a Garden

A Girl is a Garden

 

I took scissors to the strings of my heart

And let them turn brittle and black

That way I’d never fall apart

Since I’d lost what I couldn’t get back

 

I cursed my bones and everything inside

My poisoned body, stuffed with cyanide

 

But a girl is a garden

Meant to come to fruition

Perhaps my heart had hardened

But I it thawed through attrition.

 

I cleared my cortex of its coal

And found gems buried beneath

Watered the soil of my soul

And took it out of its sheath

 

I let elation emerge and dread dissipate

Finally, I was ready for a life to decorate

 

I’ve sailed the seas of sadness

And found my way to shore

My greatest hope is to send a boat

To someone who needs it more

Reviews

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

This is a wonderful write here

[Lathen Griffiths]

Lovely message here and put across in an original way on the importance of not only taking care of ourselves but of patience with ourselves also. Very enjoyable