Inside my heart, deep down inside
there dwells a tender garden
with seedlings and shoots
just waiting to sprout
and stretch up
to receive the sunlight
to receive a drink
from the waters I pour
from my thoughts and beliefs.
Inside my tender garden
dwells my inner peace
a place to rest and sink
into acceptance of all that’s been
and a place to lay down
my weary, tired stories
of what should have been
a place to finally let go
to leave all my baggage behind
to allow my shoulders to fall
and for my brow to unfurrow.
Inside my heart there lies a tender garden
full of beauty and life
a place to come home to
and reside, safe at last
where all is well.
©Angela Dunning
