Bone Garden

Sacred mounds of magic dirt.
Holy water, just a squirt.

Seeds of sorrow, seeds of guilt.
Look at what belief has built.

Groves of pain & trees of crime.
Growing orchards over time.

Blooms & fruits to pick when ripe.
Trauma’s kids next down the pike.

Hope they heal what wounds they see…
Sort the rest in therapy.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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