To the Moon and Back

garden

my thoughts are weeds i can't seem to trim

overgrown

untamed

sprouting from the deepest corners of my mind

i can not find a way to get rid of them

starve them

cut them out of who i have become

i'm trying to grow a garden

but these weeds

fill the space i need

the air i need to grow

stolen 

i'm being choked out by my thoughts

they must go