Life's A Garden
I was a seed much like everyone else.
Other seeds sprouted into lovely budding flowers that bloomed into perfection.
But I, who was once a bud, shrivelled.
Shrivelled into a good for nothing
Weed.
The flowers in the garden playfully danced in the wind.
Carefree, vibrant, filled with life.
Happy.
I continued to wilt as the wind blew at my brittle ends.
Too careful, gray, filled with dread.
Depression.
But it was all a trick of the mind.
A cruel, cruel trick of the mind.
Life is filled with flowers.
There are no weeds.
This poem is about:
Me