My mind is a garden

my thoughts a burden

the owls tell me to guard them

but now I leave the door cracked

with hopes that someone may understand

the darkness that is quite hard for me to stand

when I fall, where shall I land

My mind is a garden

here hidden things grow

these things are twisted, tall and shallow

these trees create mangled shadows

cover my flowering thoughts

for when I fall down the hole

no one will paint my flowers

they will remain black and white

I see the universe through my clouded eyes

Sometimes you don’t want to be alive

Sometimes you love life

We are all constantly changing

With each experience we accumulate new growth

in our gardens

accumulated experiences

make us who we are