My Secret Garden
I have been silent my friends.. sorry – busy chaning jobs and with life. I will get back to my subscriptions and writing soon. Here is a start.. inspired by a new friend of mine that insists that we only find the fullness of life once we allow even those most-hidden, most-vulnerable of places to be exposed. Should we not all set our goals to be transparent? It has been my goal for a long time, but I still hang on to my 2%… Terrified to let go of it.
My Secret Garden
I timidly hold the door open
That leads to my own secret place
The nest of my darkest places
Kept from the world without even a trace
Within these walls are thorns of pain
Root taken so long ago
A hurtful seed forced inside
Their festering fighting to grow
Remnants of moments etched in my soul
A chance to look and redeem
Is it here to be a cancerous spore?
Or force me to conquer and beam?
When I look, I see the hurt
The things that I hide in my life
The things that have planted sorrow deep
Leaving shame and heartache so rife
Some have healed, now beautiful blossoms
Fragrance abundant and filling
Starting off as thorns of agony
But healed with effort, heart-willing
Inviting you in takes so much courage
I am left here so bare and exposed
The helplessness here is overwhelming
Here I am not polished or posed
Shaking and trembling I give you the key
Will you stay once I open my door?
Once you see the hurt child who hides inside
Will you still want to stand here for more?
Come and tarry in my secret garden
Come absorb my pain, my beauty, my grace
Come share in my fears and weaknesses
Will love yet reflect on your face?
Come observe my darkest of memories
Come experience the wost of my fears
Come clutch my hand through my nightmares
Will you be here to wipe these damn tears?
Again I invite you in my friend
Will you stay with me now that you see?
I am only as strong as these walls have allowed
I am exposed now and you have what you see.