I’m sitting in my Garden
Sadness and anger fill my veins.
I want to scream and release my anger
I feel stuck; I want to loosen these chains.
I’m surrounded in a Garden of lies
The vines of wrath are coming towards me
I can feel the chains cutting into my flesh
The thorns of deceit wrap around my knee.
I have to fight the urge to succumb to evil
My screams echoes through the Garden
Tears flow from my eyes and to the ground
I twisted and turned but the vines hardened.
My body went limp and my tears eased
A sense of relief built into my veins
“God please help me.” The words formed
“I’m here my child” whispered the rains.
The vines and thorns untwined
My chains broke and I was set free.
I ran from the Garden of Anguish
And for once in my life, I was happy just to be me.
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