Within my head there grows a garden
I tend it when I sleep
Planting seeds ‘neath the moon
And breathing in my plants
My garden here within my mind
Is me
It is built of every thought and action
Every circumstance
I paused last night in contemplation
And cast my gaze around
Woe! Horror and dismay
It’s not that weeds have taken over
It’s that weeds are what I’ve planted
Grim and determined
I don gloves and search for my flowers and crops
I must backtrack and find it
The garden I set out to grow
To save it, and myself
From what I’ve allowed to grow
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