She spoke as if she had the knowledge of everyone before her,

and always sang so soothingly,

Almost as if she was afraid to be outspoken. 

Her eyes shined brighter than the moon,

and her smile hid things no one will ever know. 

She was strong,

but not because she could lift heavy objects,

or win a fight,

but because she held on to her burdens. 

She let her burdens grow like weeds,

In her garden of life.

Letting everything grow.

The daisies of memories sprout,

Tulips pf her past victories,

And the roses of every love lost bloom.

“Keep your garden full of the things you love and hate,

So that one day, you can learn to kill the weeds and let yourself bloom.”

She held on to what hurt her the most and grew from her mistakes. 

She knew what it was like to feel unworthy or worthless. 

And she knew what it was like to not have a purpose,

She always kept her chin up,

and a smile on her face

“Keep your head up or the crown slips.”

She was not going to be objectified by her past,

But instead, be her own ruler of her future.

As she pulls the weeds out of her garden,

And out of her past.

She continues to grow the garden of her future stronger.

Now, the whole garden will bow.