Garden Of The Soul

awaken from your winter slumber

kick up dust where you wander,

plant a vibrant garden

with the colours of your soul.

dig up and dispose of

all the anger from your past,

rotting black where future roots

can't find a lasting grasp.

wipe away the blood-stained soil

crimson from the wars you've fought,

heave away those heavy stones,

you carry with your mended bones.

line the sides with roses

in the brightest shades -

let them shine of sweet allure,

with thorns of piercing pain

and with a caring heart of gold,

tend the ground beneath your feet,

and with a gentle hand held firm,

conceive the garden of your dreams

let go of all the things

they wanted you to be

take all your faith, the trials and strife,

desires, despair and devotion

pour them out

in the luscious jungle

of

byzantine fruit hanging low,

fluorescent petals of bittersweet shimmer,

explosions

of emeralds and pine,

burst of fern and forest greens,

celadon sparks so divine.

splash cerulean across the sky,

bathe in the sun of your heart.

may this be your safe retreat,

a garden born in art.

may this be your body's rest,

your aching mind's inner peace.

may your soul find space to grow

as the garden within it does.

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but don't forget,

to guard it well,

that safe little space in your heart.

don't let another plant over your colours

or eat from the fruit of your garden.

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