PEACE IN WAR

In my mind there's a garden,
Take a walk around,
Where I'm always found,
The stones may make you trip,
Careful- the thorns prick.

Dark, messy and neglected,
My garden-
Broken hoes and scattered seeds,
Light and help are my needs,
Careful- the darkness is deep.

The winds destroyed everything,
Not a chance for new birthing,
My effort in chains tied,
Light and help finding I've tried,
Careful- the chains are old and rusty.

Other gardens strive and flourish,
I just need a little to cherish,
Someone stop the storms and winds,
Maybe good tidings it brings,
Careful- the storms are disastrous.

In my mind there's a garden,
Dark, messy and neglected,
Not a chance for new birthing,
I just need a little to cherish,
Careful- the garden seems dead!

©Gael