The Garden Within

In the quiet of my heart, there’s a garden,

A place where flowers bloom without pardon.

It’s not perfect, it’s not always bright,

But it’s where I find peace in the night.

Some flowers bloom with a gentle ease,

Others grow through the harshest breeze.

I tend to them with patience and care,

Knowing that life is never fair.

I’ve planted seeds of hope and grace,

Watered them through each darkened space.

I’ve let go of thorns that once held tight,

And made room for new dreams to take flight.

There are days when the soil feels dry,

When I question the clouds in the sky.

But I trust that the rain will fall,

And my garden will bloom, despite it all.

The weeds of doubt may try to take root,

But I pull them out with my strength and pursuit.

For every storm, for every tear,

There’s a blossom waiting to appear.

So, when you feel lost or unsure,

Remember — the garden within is pure.

Nurture your soul, let it grow,

And watch the beauty it will show.