Unkempt
Messy
Overgrown shrubs
Long, curly vines
Before your mind goes to the gutter..
Go to the garden.
A garden called my heart
A neglected heart.
That was once upon a time...
A LONG LONG time ago,
Tended with care.
Now, there are only
Weeds of doubt
Leaves of regret.
How can I make way
For flowers of forgiveness
Or grass of growth?
I am no gardener
No green thumb here.
So how then, am I supposed to care
For a garden I own
But have no idea how to manage...
I thought you would do it some justice,
But instead now it's just moss, mould, gross.
Can good things bloom again?
Or is everything just going to wilt,
Dry out,
Die?
I don't know.
Maybe I just need to learn
To love myself again
Do things on my own again
So at least this garden can heal
And help others find some serenity
Instead of being a sight for sore eyes.
About the Creator
Manisha Dhalani
Content writer and marketer helping solopreneurs achieve organic growth. Loves reading, eating cake, and having insightful conversations.
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Comments (6)
Ohh gurl! This is raw and beautiful—owning the chaos while yearning for renewal. Learning to tend to your own "garden" might just be the best way to let it bloom again. Here's to flowers of forgiveness and grass of growth sprouting soon! ❤️🤗
Poignant and sad and hopefully okay now or very soon! Dying love is hard to take.
Gosh this was so profound and poignant. I hope your garden flourishes again
Ouch- I truly feel that! Beautifully written!
Garden is a great metaphor for a human heart that needs to be nurtured, Manisha, I loved this!
Gardening is a lot about finding peace with imperfection.