I'll plant the seeds of hope, in the soil of my soul
I'll nurture the flowers of dreams, and watch them grow whole
I'll be the gardener of my heart, that tends the garden with care
And my true self will be, the beauty that's finally shared
I'll be the sunshine that warms, the soil that's dark and cold
I'll be the rain that nourishes, the plants that are young and old
I'll be the gentle breeze, that rustles through the trees
And my true self will be, the serenity that's finally free
I'll be the soil that's fertile, that allows the roots to grow
I'll be the water that's pure, that helps the plants to glow
I'll be the air that's fresh, that gives the garden life
And my true self will be, the vitality that thrives
I'll be the flowers that bloom, in all their vibrant hues
I'll be the trees that stand tall, with roots that are strong and true
I'll be the garden that flourishes, with a beauty that's wild and free
And my true self will be, the growth that's finally me
And then I finally tend, the garden of my soul.
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PoetryThis poetry collection entails themes of a soul's journey to self-discovery, navigating societal expectations, loneliness, and the quest for authenticity. Raw, honest, and vulnerable, these poems reflect the struggles and triumphs of finding one's t...
