Gardner of Your Soul

I was thrown into a conflicted family my boat tossing and turning until my sails ripped rendering me immobile and unprepared for life and fearful of the instability of existence Iike a plant adapting to toxic ground I grew to have some toxic attributes my experiences of myself and others always added up to less then the ideals of my mind while my heart cried blood pumping into my veins there was a breach between my head and my heart when my identity was beginning to build and I mistook this for the final product but people are not things they are ever evolving works in progress it was simply a prototype I am now dismantling piece by piece to create a better me The wisps of whispers of truths echo in the patterns we create while trying to make the same story good, better, different we are caught in a spiral but it is our choice as to whether we ascend or descend. Souls should wing upwards We are not fallen angels that should end in flame The enigma of growth is beginning to unravel as we change the juxtaposition of our way of seeing , being , and learning This tapestry in translation always has an impact like a historian piecing together the puzzle of a time we can not only learn from our past in a mental way but implement it in a way to change the future into an unknowing shoreline waiting to be explored We don't have to wait for divine intervention, the right lover, or anything else to enter our lives the waiting time has passed retrace the routes you have traveled then go for the unmarked trails new only to you. See life as an adventure instead of a conquest go on a treasure hunt for yourself and harvest the sacred of you. Life is full of windows and mirrors some you look out of and others into but once you can meet eyes with the very depth of your being with acceptance true growth sprouts you are your own history in the making you are the gardner of your soul.