Angela Dunning, poetry, personal growth, healing, beauty

Inside my heart
somewhere deep within
there dwells a tender garden
filled with seedlings and shoots
aching to sprout
to stretch up
to the sunlight
and receive a drink
from the nectar of life.

Inside my tender garden
there dwells an inner peace
a place to rest and sink
in acceptance of all that’s been
a place to lay down
my tired, weary stories
of what should have been
a place to let go
and leave all my baggage behind
until my shoulders fall
and my brow can unfurrow at last.

Inside my heart there lies a tender garden
full of such beauty and life
a place to come home to
and reside
safe at last.

©Angela Dunning, 
Art work: ‘Flower Garden’ by Gustav Klimt

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