The Constant Gardener

Dec 10, 2021
1 min read

They told me happiness was mine for the taking

But they did not tell me that

my heart

was a garden

That I would need to tear out sorrow

To till shame every day

To make space for sunlight

Turns the seasons and the soil

To tend suffering into beauty

And the courage to wield the knife

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