The joys of self reflection
An inward glance into gardens of the soul
Pruning of character
Realignment of the spirit
I have explored this garden of mine
A tranquil place where often times the thorns grow freely
Without care and without discrimination
A representation of the cracks in character
The undesirable attributes that chase others away
The roses in my garden, the beautiful flawless lilies have been admonished
Yet the thorns remain
A reminder that I am deeply flawed
A reminder that to some, it’s the thorns they encounter
In the pursuit of the roses of my character
They encounter the thorns a reminder that the beauty of the garden shouldn’t not be taken lightly
Beauty is pain.
With it’s graces, with it’s heart-wrenching peace coincides pain
A result of once encountered sadness and disappointment.
In the past I have built a fortress around my garden
Seeking not to let others in for fear of destruction
Seeking not to expose the beauty and pains of my garden to others
I have learnt and finally understood that my fortress may protect me from the elements but not from myself
I have learnt that it is the sower that destroys.
When complacency, self doubt and anger are blown in so peacefully with the changes of the seasons.
I have forgotten that I dictate what grows
I had forgotten to prune my soul and my spirit
I had forgotten that my attitude determines my altitude
I now remember the beauty of my gardens
I now remember the gladness it brings when the flowers are blooming
Sun-kissed and happy
So I will never forget
I will always remember the tranquility of this place
Finally remembering that the beauty of my garden must be shared,
Not hidden behind the fortress of doubt
