Her garden won people over.
They talked about the work she put into it.
How they never saw her emotions.

They never stopped to ask about her past.
About what made her this way.

She had to have seen something in her earlier days.

She kept that dark secret and grew it into a beautiful garden.

The garden helped her grow out of her dark state of mind. Her garden reminded her of the beauty that rises.

Her garden blossomed like her mind.
And when the cold weather began to travel in, she grinned in delight.

She couldn’t wait to see the roots, where it all began.

Allison McNary