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. . .
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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
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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