Pulling Weeds
Exit the narcissist's garden
Life changes
You go through stages
Transient phases
The Christ inside
Is the one who decides
Wrong and right
In thy sight
As human
The inner ear listens
Heart’s mind knows
The deception, the blows
Taken against me
Betrayal
Friend turned enemy
A weed exposed
Garden folds
Rubbish upholds
The unwise gardener's throne
On this minced soil
Of falsehood and mockery
Shame and hypocrisy
The ego, a fool to learn
You cannot burn
another
Without getting burned
Keep the fool an arm's length away
You never know what they will do or say
Intuition
Speaks its position
Act now
While you can
Walk faster
Do not look back
Stay on the right track
Keep going
Where the soil is rich
With life and love so true
One has no choice
But to bloom
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Bridget Vaughn
Bridget Vaughn is a Freelance Writer and a Yoga Teacher with a passion for creating meaningful heartfelt content.
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