" Put the crystals in the garden.
Surrounded by nature and breeze.
Fill your flower beds with herbs,
Decorate your body with fallen teak leaves.
The choking vines,
They dry given space and time.
Oaks are only as strong as the individual rings that hold them together on the inside.
Seedlings shoot at their own pace.
Silence and loneliness are not one in the same.
A little pain where you're not used to finding it
Does not mean that you are dying
Give it a minute.
You my love are right on time.
Be patient with yourself.
You're in for one hell of a ride."
That's what I tell myself...
When I feel the best of me shriveling up to die.
YOU ARE READING
Dainty Miss T.
PoetryDainty Miss T's parents have kept her isolated ever since her sister died. Confined to a cottage at the edge of town, she has nothing exciting to occupy her time and no one to keep her company... Or does she?
