The Walled Garden Poem by jess deaves

I stumbled if by accident upon a cold tall wall
Although, i was always meant to be lead there
The touch enough would make your skin crawl
The way forward barred, as far as i was aware

I ventured back to this lamentable place
Searching, seeking a gateway that had to be there
Scrutinizing the lock and key this location was encased
I wasn't aware how easily my curiosity it could ensnare

The third arrival brought me luck, i found a passageway
I place a foot forward unsure what i would find inside
broken trees, dead leaves, my nostrils fill with decay
It made the heart heavy as it looked as though all had died!

I wished to turn, escape, but i advanced still
The undergrowth barely made a sound under my tread
silently moving, a sign of life, would bring me to a standstill
caged by briers there i saw, spark, right there in the flower bed

So small, such contrast to this dilapidated waste
Tiny life, frail, one harsh frost could obliterate it
the need to protect what i had recovered made me move in haste
The need to care for the place found and nurse it till it was fit

I uncover more, i found the beauty within the emaciated garden
once atrophied with no life within, a sudden bloom brings light
healing tendrils grow, bind broken branches it is only then
appreciation, for long ago is brought into unseen sight

I take the fallen blossoms from this garden, but not with disdain
Once bloomed it will bloom again, i wait with heady anticipation
memories of pleasure this place brings a smile i cannot contain
all loves labors will be brought once again into fruition

Although these memories may fade, it will begin afresh
It may remained buried until it is uncovered once more
the skeleton built bit by bit till it is once more flesh
open newly, new blossoms to come, to fall, to explore