Whispers of a Mellow Garden
Tell me, without admitting to sowing terror into your heart, how has your mind perceived you.
Is there a value in your life?
Why else do you put your tongue to food and your lips to a glass?
If there’s no value in your life, why allow it to continue?
You tell yourself that removing yourself would hurt others so that alone is why you stay.
Is it then the feelings of others that is your life’s value?
A glass case guarding a beautiful gem still is more fragile than what it is protecting.
Do you think your absence is a tourniquet to a wound you have opened time and time again?
For you have traced this wound so many times it has scarred.
There must be more value to your life than the emotions of others.
Did you not hold fast to breathing through the hard times so that you may realize those that were beautiful and peaceful?
For the rough vine is only rough because it gave all its juices to the fruit it chose to bear.
Tell me then what the taste of that fruit is.
It would be contradictory for such a sweet looking thing to taste of pure scorn.
You know that to be true.
How else do you pick the right fruit from a garden full of many others.
Maybe it’s stubborn to listen to a rough vine such as I, but I’ve beared more fruit than I could hold.
The same fruit you throw away I wish so desperately I could get back.
Written 25 January 2026 at 1:06 AM
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