When the rain falls despite your every wish
And slams against they grey concrete that seems dry
But every now and again you get stuck
You feel like a failure
Nobody expected you to be able to stop the rain anyhow
But that didn't stop you from trying
And when the weeds grow back much faster than they used to, and you just don't have the time to pluck them anymore
They kill the flowers that created your smile in the first place
They grow around your ribs and almost stop your breathing
Occasionally they loosen up just enough to keep you alive
Your friends say just hire a gardener,
But they don't understand
My flowerbed shouldn't need a gardener to be beautiful
It just should be
And to hire another person with their own weeds and rain to handle
Would be admitting defeat
And who can afford a gardener anyways
As you lay suffocating in the flower bed
You pray for this season to pass
Because they always do, the sun will come back
Sometimes it will come back with way too much force
Sometimes it kills every weed
Sometimes the sun kills every plant
Even the plants that give you a reason to tend to your garden at all
All you can do
is pray for spring.
