I woke up one day
And the garden of my soul was full
I had spent so many days planting
Focusing on the future
That I didn't even notice
When my future became my present
And I almost missed
My garden in full bloom
My soul had been filled
With flowers in vibrant hues
Hues not of color but
of joy and hope and life and love
Not by my own soil covered hands
But by the people in my life
Who had seen an empty garden
And had taken the care
To fill it to the brim
With the wonders I so wished I'd had
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A Teen Finally Healing
PoetryI spent most of my teen years fighting depression and trying to get better and ultimately failing. Now at nineteen only months before my twentieth birthday, I have finally learned how to heal and grow and move on. Here's a collection born from these...
