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Message: <blockquote data-quote="neroshan" data-source="post: 411828" data-attributes="member: 8568">Garden of my soulI take a walk throught the garden of my soulIt has been too long since I've done thatI find the gate into the garden is rusty and difficult to openThe pathway almost obscrued by weeds and grassI remember a time when taking that walk was beautifulI remember beautiful flowers, waterfalls, well tended hedgesI remember sunlight, moonbeams and twinkling starsNow it all seems ugly and uncared forHow did this happen? How did I stop tending my soul? How did I hand over the precious task of keeping it beautiful to others? How could I trust others to tend my garden? And now I walk, getting scratching by weedsLooking for something of beauty in a once beautiful soulAnd there, in a corner is one beautiful flowerStruggling to survive in this barren, ugly wastelandReaching for the sun, surviving against the oddsI go over, tears streaming down my faceMy heart breaking for what I've doneThe pain and destruction to this once beautiful placeAnd as my tears fall, I watch as the flower seems to get strongerGiving me strengthI look around, I remember the beauty, I look at that flower and I knowI know in this bruised, hurt and neglected soulThere is still a glimmer of hopeIf this one flower can survive, so can othersIt is up to meI turn and walk out and as I walkI make a decisionA decision to restore my sould to it's former beautyTo nurture it, to tend it, to be gentle and patient with itTo never hand over it's precious care to anyone elseI will visit the garden in my soul regularlyI will bring it gifts of love and kindness, Water it with my laughter and tearsAnd get rid of the weedsPlant new and beautiful flowersAnd take pride in it as it growsAnd becomes a place I love to visit again </blockquote>

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