The gardener of your soul

I was thrown into a conflicted family my boat tossing and turning until

my sails ripped rendering me immobile

and unprepared for life

and fearful of the instability of existence

Iike a plant adapting to toxic ground I grew to have some toxic

attributes

my experiences of myself and others always added

up to less then the ideals of my mind

while my heart cried blood

pumping into my veins

there was a breach between my head and my heart

when my identity was beginning to build

and I mistook this for the final product

but people are not things

they are ever evolving works in progress

it was simply a prototype I am now dismantling

piece by piece

to create a better me

The wisps of whispers of truths

echo in the patterns we create

while trying to make the same story good, better, different

we are caught in a spiral

but it is our choice as to whether we ascend or descend.

Souls should wing upwards

We are not fallen angels that should end in flame

The enigma of growth is beginning to unravel as we change

the juxtaposition of our way of seeing , being , and learning

This tapestry in translation always has an impact

like a historian piecing together the puzzle of a time

we can not only learn from our past in a mental way

but implement it in a way to change the future into

an unknowing shoreline waiting to be explored

We don't have to wait for divine intervention, the right lover,

or anything else to enter our lives

the waiting time has passed

retrace the routes you have traveled then

go for the unmarked trails new only to you.

See life as an adventure instead of a conquest

go on a treasure hunt for yourself

and harvest the sacred of you.

Life is full of windows and mirrors

some you look out of and others into

but once you can look at the very depth of your being with acceptance

true growth sprouts.

you are your own history in the making

you are the gardner of your soul