It is unmeasurable, the grief
The regret, swarms my heart.
Nothing in this present day can make it better
Now, If it were to had been taken care of, back then, perhaps!
Only solitude and thoughts can even begin to start a process
With every remembrance of things, working through
No one is suspect of all the turmoil,
Not even the magnitude, in my heart, lays
Silence invades the outer edges of my tranquil garden
The one where I planted all my pain
In this garden, things that were left to grow, now they take over
The absence of pursuing the many weeds have left me void of profit
It has greater calamity and stress.
Where if I had of stayed with it
Creating a great profit, I would not be here
Where I am now.
Everything will take its own time,
It will in its time, take over.
If you leave things to the wayside, they will creep up again
Even bigger and more stronger than before.
Tend to the gardens in your heart and thoughts
Do not forget to
It will be a long time coming, but it will eventually show you
What you did or did not do.
How you cared for or did not
Same for the garden in life, as in the heart.
Thank you for reading 🙂