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.