A Garden Ravaged

my life is weather-stained with years a garden ravaged . . . since a child I have been collecting scars s c a r s that will never heal and storms shake the ocean of my sleep the waves of time keep rolling over me endlessly o, scars are the p a t h to the soul I heard and my S O U L is a labyrinth of jagged, sharp pieces and my d r e a m s are flowers that have died my scars a long chain of heavy lead yet, I drink from the deep blue sky each day . . . though the rare herb, happiness, hides away from me my heart a window open but a door firmly closed I dwell amid the dregs of past sorrows that hang from d r i p p i n g branches in the grey woods of my mind. . . _______________________________ May 12, 2020 Edit from September 7, 2018 Poetry/Free Verse/A Garden Ravaged Copyright Protected, ID 20-1251-658-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Submitted to Brian's Choice A Contest sponsor, Brian Strand Second Place