To the lost, confused, defeated, and hopeless,
Let me be the reminder that if you tend to your garden- you too will blossom.
My garden went through a drought. Rotten roots and dead petals plagued my mind with fears and uncertainty.
It was a garden that I didn’t want to look at. A garden I was not proud of.
I wasn’t willing to get my hands dirty- ashamed of the dry deserted soil that would sting and crumble underneath my bare feet.
I caught myself falling into the ground and when I looked around there was nothing but darkness.
Body heavy, exhausted, and surrendering, I allowed my tears to pour.
Droplets of sparkling blue light melted into the surface and from the ground arose a beautiful, healthy, strong root – I made that.
Astonished by the scene, I began to cry more; following the root I began to rise again.
I walked through my garden, tears flowing creating a river that fed the dry bed I was once ashamed to look at.
The root climbed so high, creating thorns for me to climb – providing me with an aerial view of my entire, beautiful, garden.
Some spots are still dark, some roots are still rotten, but now I see green.
I see a pink hibiscus, I see a yellow daisy, I see a garden diverse and full of life.
A garden I am not intimidated to take care of – a garden that is evolving and growing.
And like this root I will rise and fall again.
For I will return to the soil, but the seed is already planted so that I may blossom again. And again.

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