In this beautiful garden of mine

A poem on becoming, un-becoming, and tending what grows within that was created from my own emotional explorations and tides.

Running gently through the moss

My feet happy and soft

My heart singing and laughing

In this beautiful garden of mine

At dawn to collect water drops the night left behind

At dusk to catch golden moments of a day that is about to go

Picking up a rose

Letting it fall and picking another one

Following a butterfly

Spreading its colourful wings

Invading my entire psyche with questions

My heart sobbing and throbbing

In this beautiful garden of mine

At dawn while the cold night left me tired

At dusk when I realise I did not cut all the edges

Falling over a pile of leaves

That should have been spread to the winds

A long time ago

Getting scratches from the rose bush

Leaving scars open and red

My face is puffy

Still wandering

Day and night

Still wondering

Day and night

In this beautiful garden of mine.

I hope you enjoyed this poem, let me know in the comments what your inner garden look like …