Strange Garden
You say you’ve seen me?
It was misdirection.
I wasn’t really there.
Come,
let me show you where I’ve been hiding.
Even my dreams couldn’t find me.
Here is my strange garden.
This patch where briers and thistles hug,
that’s where I planted my pain.
Over there I buried my shame.
See it clawing its way to the surface?
Later, we’ll find it conspiring with fear.
And here,
I know it’s difficult to see,
here is where I hid.