The Garden

With the garden before her a young woman stood
In parallel to her equal truthfully expressing
Her new-found independence
From a duality of blind compliance
 An unwarranted supremacy of a singularity

 

She did this In the light of her awareness
Exposing her soul while offering herself
In her spirit of illumination
An attraction of equals
Was the sight within her vision

 

A thought of truth denied by none
Why should she believe other
When this knowledge
Although, it was there for all to pay witness to
Was not meant to be so

 

In the forefront, of her experience
What she saw as her life
Another would soon see
As the death of her existence
What she saw as her immortality

 

Within her truth another was about to see it
As her immaturity surrounded by her actuality
As she walked forward towards the lake
Of inner reflection
And gazed into the forest of enlightenment

 

She did so side by side
Hand and hand with her life
With her equal in which would soon
Become her passing
She was striding towards her consciousness

 

Unfiltered and for the moment
Unaware that she was intentionally led astray
She was being given the wrong impression
About her self-determination
Of equality

 

Not just by the one which held her hand
Stood by her side in the being of their journey
But also by the one
That joined them together
As one, being two

 

Her choice not yet made
From deep within her intuition
Would soon be her future
Not yet perceived
As her past

 

She started to notice that the lake
The forest and even the garden
Where not as bright as with first sight
For now the forest seem to shade its self
In an approaching darkness

 

Casting its shadow upon her
The lake appeared to become
Aggressive in its nature
The waves of confusion
Where slashing upon the shores of doubt

 

As for the gardens growth
It was slowing coming to a halt
Flourishing with the ending sequence
Of autumn thrust upon it
For now, her equal had dropped her hand

 

And no longer was standing by her side
Instead, he walked ahead of her
Towards the sentinel of change
Openly as if, they knew
Of its existence before her

 

Then the words of her equal
Soon become iron rods of her acceptance
Without choice responsibility converted its self
Into a duty split and assigned without request
Demand became the nature of her equal might was its enforcer

 

She spoke softly with an open heart of mind
Clarity of spirit
Yet her words became echoes
Falling silently in the end
Her equal gave no consideration

 

As to those inner strengths within her thoughts
The outward motivations
In her actions and the privileges behind her choices
She saw no future in this vision
Needed no scenery of its past

 

She had no alternative
For she found consciousness
In those moments of inner reflection
Preferred to fellow its enlightenment
In her judgment of belief

 

She knew that she could not leave behind
That which was not meant to be left
As she walked away from this pending garden
With no regrets
Her original hopes still induced in her being

 

She soon would be facing a new garden of opportunities
It’s awaiting horizons
The gardens are many
While wondering upon this inner journey
In the search of her truth in equality

 

She knows in her spirit of soul
There will be one in the distance
With its higher mountains to declare
This was now her aspiration
Unwontedly she turned back to notice

 

Her equal binding the enclosure perceived to deceive
With sadness in her eyes but not her heart
She was relieved to walk away feeling pain not for herself
But rather for the next sightseers to this garden of lost paradise
Where equality is not yet distinguished

 

She contemplated for a moment
As she looked forward once again
Leaving her footsteps as her memories
Why could her equal not see what she saw
Truth in her equality

 

Or the woman she was in her independence
This stood before him openly
Freely and sincerely
Even more so
How could he see not

 

What she was not
Nor could ever be
So openly
Blindly
While holding with his false sight

 

 

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The Garden

Reviews

[Arielle Ann]

this was a tender yet strong piece of one's self realization...I conceived it as a woman whose partner couldn't accept her as his equal...so she walks away leaving this garden forever...since so many other gardens will come her way...her reflection offered her self comprehension endowing her with the strength of beginning a new search again...the quest of equality...very endearing!

[Kristallo]

Phenomenal. These words were so tender and personal, and in their expression I felt I could so much relate to them.

She spoke softly with an open heart of mind
Clarity of spirit
Yet her words became echoes
Falling silently in the end
Her equal gave no consideration

Wow. I find that its true that words can offer clarity to the spirit, as opposed to being a silent prisoner of life. Her words became echoes that fell silently in the end- so sardonic, and so commonplace it is to express your soul to selective, silent ears. I just love everything about this poem. You've expressed a lifetime of emotions and experiences here.

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Strong piece...beautiful words....

[Wren]

Wow, a beautifully written peace that is very powerful. A great write!

[Eve Brown]

Wow. That was....I don't even have a word to express how amazing that was. It was so deep and passionate.

[laceyjane23]

Very amazing piece!

[Muse]

The metaphors are complex if not overwhelming. I had to read...pause...soak it all in. The experience was like savoring a fine wine with a really good dessert.

[Kat Wildd]

you perfectly captured my life... I am stunned to read in your words the thoughts that are in my mind

[Pi Cee]

A picture, light changing through the tale. Very good. Its a great piece you've written.

[The XYZ Writer]

That was a really beautiful poem. I was completely caught up when reading it. :)