Garden

Why am I like this?  

Why keep living?  

Everything I touch  

Blooms at first,  

Then everything I love  

Withers away.

Is it a curse  

Or just my fate,  

To watch the flowers  

Turn to dust,  

To feel the warmth  

Fade into cold?  

My heart aches  

With every loss.

I give my all,  

My soul, my heart,  

Yet shadows creep  

And dreams depart.  

The laughter turns  

To distant echoes,  

Joy to sorrow,  

Light to dark.

But in the pain,  

A lesson lies,  

In every end,  

A new sunrise.  

The withering  

Paves way for growth,  

The loss, a step  

Toward what’s close.

I'll plant again,  

With hope renewed,  

For in the cycle,  

Life is brewed.  

The blooms may fade,  

But seeds remain,  

And from the ashes,  

Love will reign.

So I’ll keep living,  

I’ll keep trying,  

In every wither,  

There’s new thriving.  

For every tear  

And every sorrow,  

There is a dawn,  

A new tomorrow.