Gardening Secret
I am oceanic The trenches my mind can reach Have not yet been discovered or studied I will forever be the woman That says too much Feels too much Loves too much Thinks too much Cries too much On that note It is a good thing I am my prettiest when I cry This week I am pushing supermodel level I take care of my flowers Wondering If it’s the water from the hose Or the fertilizer of my tears That nourishes them the most They bloom from my sorrow It is why my flowers are seemingly endless The secret to my garden is sadness