gardens of the mind
are always rotten with
weeds and dead plants
amid the wondrous sights
of tulips and roses and daffodils
and though it's hard work
going through the process
of walking to every single issue
that sprouts from the ground
as though it grew from nowhere,
it's worth it, because when
you look back on it while
walking home, there's nothing
which taints your beautiful place of peace
the safe haven which houses your
greatness, your
love, your
life
it's clear, and you can
go back inside without
having to worry about it
till tomorrow, and the next day after that
today, though, they'll be okay, just
like you