My garden now lays dry and barren
The toll of getting used to life
The home of monsters I’ve been facin’
What are we without strife?
My thoughts race , always searching
For just a bit of light
The wheel of change keeps turning
New soil finely packed.
I sit and look around me
The landscape once lush green
And know that what’s behind me
Will fertilize the dream.
I look a little closer
And see a seed has sprout
A wave of joy takes over
Fear gone no ounce of doubt.
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“The vision that was planted in my brain “ By Nate Lewis IG: natelewisvisuals |
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