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let me welcome you
into the garden that is my mind
graced with thriving vines of thought,
plagued with thorns of doubt
that cause a litter of words
broken and frail
to form at my feet
until i’m drowning in words,
tightly packed
and jumbled up
confused as to whether they could have
ever made sense
and as i sink
into the leaves of insecurity
i can’t help but admire the sky,
glittered with hope
of what these vines could produce
and what could thrive in this haven
of my mind
that has already proven resilient
to the drought of creative flow
and from the drought
came an abundance of growth
a testament to a bigger truth,
that my talent remains consistent
even when the words are disconnected
and the river of creativity doesn’t flow,
my mind has always and will always
be graced with new growth
and my garden will remain
a haven
in my mind.
