Garden

GARDEN Derived from a purity unknown A natural resource, a source not shown We derive from truth From the tree of the fruit We have been brought up since youth To be flowers of the real, to not throw stones to stay connected to our roots Somewhere we became weeds smothering and choking vine A garden over grown Somehow down the line Our complaints turned mute Our muscles abandoned our bones Our soil hasn’t the minerals to feed We are kept separate, forced to be all alone. We bloom in the shade We are wilted brown from green. We stopped seeking the unknown