Kai Michael Neumann Poet Free verse

Weeding

I remember only too well
when years ago and once more
the clouds of my mind and soul
hung way below the horizon

pernicious weeds took well to it
infested my brain
grew roots and shooters
obstructed neuronal pathways
and pesticides only seemed
to further all negative growth
and now has come that time again

I am not talking about 
a few thistles or dandelions
more like ragwort spreading
incessantly overtaking what
had been beautiful meadow 

back then my wife soulmate and lover
made me clear a square meter or so
of our overgrown garden
and it seemed tedious and pointless
but almost like in prayer
I got down on my hands and knees
and fought the half acre or so

eventually the house and garden
became pleasing enough to sell and move on

thickets and malicious underwood
has sprung up again
a bracken underwood covers the ground
infiltrates me through every crevice
grinds up cracks and remorseful pores
the same cracks which are made
for the sun to shine threw

today I own an allotment
which has taken badly to
lack of care and involvement

time to move forward
with enough of the past being present 
and for making every day count
in order to heal

I might keep some brambles
to harvest and even harvest some fruit
for now I must remember that one square meter
over time adds up 
and that the elements are able 
to cope with distress
and with myself

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Sara Kendrick November 20, 2022 at 10:40 AM Interesting work that you have penned in this one. Not sure if you are writing of a metaphoric garden or if you are totally talking about maybe brain, heart, emotions, etc. Anyway, creative lines. Thanks for sharing and for dropping by my page. Sara Kai Michael Neumann November 21, 2022 at 12:56 AM Thank you. I am talking about a garden and about pernicious depression. And often now, when I am digging up weeds I reinforce the metaphor upon myself. Kind wishes, Kai

Gary Radice November 15, 2022 at 7:15 AM Your metaphors for depression and its symptoms are striking Kai. There's hope in your words too. One step and one achievable goal at a time. Superb writing. Cheers - Gary Kai Michael Neumann November 15, 2022 at 9:47 AM Thank you Gary for you compliment. I feel heard. Kind wishes, Kai