I have begun to grow and prune my garden.
The flowers are slowly sprouting.
Some still struggle to rise,
But I know that with time
They will be more than I ever expected.
The weeds will no longer be overgrown.
If I work on myself,
And you tug me down,
I will be forced to pull you too.
I will set you to the side,
With the pile of corpse-wood and underbrush.
I will watch you wilt as the hot sun beats down, relentless.
And as you lay dying,
I will know that the only thing making you thrive
Was me.
I know that after,
The rain will come.
Only then can I be cleansed,
And thrive amongst the rosebuds.
- If our love dies amongst the weeds,
It simply means that I have never needed it to grow.
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From the Depths
PoetryA collection of original written word from the heart describing things felt or thought in real situations. I hope you enjoy the read - who knows what will come of it. #wattys2019
