A garden of my own; a poem (tho/en)

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The puzzle piece's been placed, the dice thrown
each day passing through the thorns
taking care of a garden of my own
there are no weeds
only plants you were taught
not to adore.

With each rainfall, with each drought
plants grow, plants struggle
but never on their own
never, never alone.

Sometimes hidden, sometimes proud
they stand tall, their colors show
despite the rage, despite the storm
bees buzz, breeze blows
sore minds comforts.

written 2026-06-26
published 2026-07-03