In The Garden I Used To Know Poem by Kimberly Santistevan

The smiles are gone
The laughs are no longer heard.

She walks in this garden
She used to know so well.

The flowers and roses looked so refreshing as she walks past
But now they are dead.

The same feeling as she feels in her heart
The same feeling she thought she would never feel.

She sits in the rocking chair
She lays her head back and closes her eyes.

She doesn’t want them to flow down
But she feels them anyway, falling down her face.

Her tears tell her story
Of whom she used to be so long ago.

All the memories are in her mind
Playing themselves over,
One after another; after another.

She stands and looks around the garden
That she used to know.

The flowers are lumped over
The roses are not beautiful as the days sun anymore.

She walks to the white gate and lets herself out
But before she leaves the garden
She silently says a prayer
She hopes to leave and never come back,
She hopes to see the sun and no longer has to worry.

She, the young woman, whom used to be happy
She, the young woman, whom is now unhappy,
She, the young poet, whom I know so well…
Is
Me.