Cultivate your garden
On the revelations of loss
A flower to push on through
The weeds you’ll come across
Are you terrified of the rain
Or love rolling around in mud?
Either way, stand up again
To see roses made from blood
There always was a before
And there will be an after
For every tear spilt
Endless hours of laughter
You can hold onto your pain
Keep it safely in a box
Remind yourself now and again
Of this healthy paradox
Inspired and paraphrased from this post at Spinning Visions
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As strange as this sounds, I felt your words and I can relate. I feel as this poem was written for me and letting me know things will be okay no matter the circumstances. Yes, things can get difficult, but we are still pushing through it. Kudos to your work my friend.
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Thanks 🙏
Keeping going is a topic I often come back to.
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You welcome.
You always write with heart and things all of us are feeling at the moment. Sending you a million blessings my friend. 🙂
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Nothing stays forever neither light nor darkness. Beautiful poem 💖
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Thank you 🙏
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