A collection of Poetry by a Teenage Girl

Where The Poetry Comes From

The poetry blooms in my mind

Like 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.