Connie Leigh Lindsay
Secret Garden - Poem by Connie Leigh Lindsay
In my secret garden, all my sorrows float away.
This is where I am finally free from pain.
Here I know nothing and no one can touch me.
No one but me can ever enter this magical place.
In my garden, there are flowers of every color.
There is a waterfall to wash away my stains.
A bench is in the middle to rest my mind and soul.
And the weather is always the mood I'm in.
This is where I can become what I want.
I'm a fairy one day flittering across the sky;
the next I could be something entirely different.
Only I can tell myself what I am for the day.
In my secret garden, I can dream of places to see.
Places that are mysterious and adventurous but yet romantic too.
Or somewhere that I can relive history as many times as I want.
Maybe even look into the future for awhile to see if I ever go anywhere.
This is where I feel like I belong.
In this place I am royalty and greatly loved.
No worries about what others think of me and what I do.
Here, and it seems like only here, I can be me and only me.
In my secret garden, all is right with the world.
If only I didn't have to leave this place 'sigh'.
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