September 12, 2023 / 1 Minute Read

the garden

Everything is dead.

I don’t understand. 

I spent years working on this garden.

Or so I thought… 

Nurture.

Encouragement.

Love. 

All for naught. 

Yeah, I left.

But I thought everything would be ok!

I mean, no one takes care of plants in the wild right? 

They just grow on their own.

But this isn’t the wild.

This is MY garden.

Maybe I do have a part to play.

Maybe I can change 

Maybe.

I matter.