My Life, The Garden
With trembling hands, I picked up a seed.
Its hard shell protecting the life force nestled within
My heart shook with a deep sadness
My belly howled with raw rage
My tears, a deluge, a rushing river
Those tears, they watered the seed
That belly, it fertilized the seedling
This heart, it nurtured the budding tree
So filled with love
It could no longer contain itself
And it sprouted blossoms
Beneath the twilight of the dark moon
Sprinkling joy and hope on a life that had seemingly come undone.
It’s garden just needed a little tending to.