I’d like to garden
My own heart,
To pull the weeds of sadness
And hate
From the foundation
I sprout from,
To plant seeds of hope
And inspiration
Into the soft ground of my love
That I’ll water with the relationships
Poured into my palms
By other hands with their dreams
Crusted beneath their nails,
To nestle in bulbs
Blushing pink with pride,
With the windburn of laughter
And the scorch of smiles shining,
Letting them burrow into the glands,
Sinking in their roots
And letting them intertwine
With my soul,
Eventually sprouting,
Blossoming next to the waterfalls
That keep me alive,
Their plump,
Fulfilled petals
Glistening with dew and mist,
The droplets once given to me
That will never be completely absorbed,
No matter how dusty the floor gets,
Because my heart
Will forever be alive.
Comments
This gladdened my OWN heart, made me feel committed to my own growth and positivity and progress as well. Your poetry always has a way of lifting the spirits of its readers.
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