In a garden of transgressions
Were the rains of normality disappeared
And the rays of contentment faded
The soil crusted with dreary sentiment
It was there I lied, a flower starved of regularity
Wilted, displaced, and in uncharted territory
A journey to comprehend my circumstance began
The sudden realization that every season can be a cause for reason
With that, gratitude began to poor in
The rhythms of sorrow transformed into opportunities for self-development
My buds of self-worth, security, and understanding began fluorescence
The rains of normality no more, but of support and growth
Rays of happiness and understanding
Beauty within the dissonance.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 10:11 AM UTC
In a garden of transgressions
Were the rains of normality disappeared
And the rays of contentment faded
The soil crusted with dreary sentiment
It was there I lied, a flower starved of regularity
Wilted, displaced, and in uncharted territory
A journey to comprehend my circumstance began
The sudden realization that every season can be a cause for reason
With that, gratitude began to poor in
The rhythms of sorrow transformed into opportunities for self-development
My buds of self-worth, security, and understanding began fluorescence
The rains of normality no more, but of support and growth
Rays of happiness and understanding
Beauty within the dissonance.
