The poetry blooms in my mindLike an overgrown garden
Once beautiful flowers
Bathing in the sun
Choked by weeds
Slithering around tree trunks
Hissing into my ears
The birds and bees
Abandon what once was
To find somewhere better
Prettier
Come back,
I plead
I need you,
I cry
I can fix this,
I bargain
But I don't.
Though I want to.
Maybe,
Someday
Sooner rather than later,
I'll pull out those old rusted tools
And tie my hair back
And dig out the weeds
Turn my mind into a sanctuary
Once again.
Water the flowers with tears of relief
Let the sun in
Grow a garden.
But winter is coming
And I can't keep the cold out.
In summer,
I will open my mouth,
Throw my head back
And sing.
And the flowers will grow
And next time,
I'll think to cut some daisies
Before the frost takes them
And I'll keep them on the table
By the window
And I won't miss the garden so much.
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A collection of Poetry by a Teenage Girl
Non-FictionCall me Lo. I've made the decision to put my poetry out there for a few reasons, though it's not so great. -Another teenage girl will see this and relate to some of my poetry and know she isn't alone and her feelings aren't invalid -Those who choose...