Poetry submitted by Sarah S. on Friday, April 29, 2005 at 3:44PM :

The Garden of My Heart

I went to walk in my garden
The day after you died
The flowers had wilted
The butterflies did cry.

I walked among my memories
So happy and so bright
To find they were trampled
By what you did that night.

In their place was planted
Seeds of doubt and fear
That overtook my garden
Because you are no longer here.

The weeds have grown free
Over the months, weeks, and years
They have become my hiding place
When I begin to feel my fears.

But I awoke the other morning
To find I don’t want them around
For they haunt my every memory
And they make an eerie sound.

So I began to pull out the small ones
That represent the minor hurts and pains
The little things that meant a lot
That are no longer the same.

As I picked and pulled the weeds
That have grown around my life
I am watering the seeds of happiness
With the tears that always seem so rife.

As the days have passed I’ve looked around
At the garden of my heart
And find the weeds are lessening
They are no longer the bigger part.

For in their place are flowers
Planted by my own mind
They’re my happy thoughts returning
They are soft, gentle, and kind.

The weeds no longer control me
The flowers have all moved in
The smile returns to my face
My new life will now begin.

April 29, 2005