A garden lies in the center of my soul.

Once dead, it is becoming alive.

A place where a survivor’s story unfolds.

A place where dreams and hopes thrive.

The sun shines bright; the sky is blue.

Nourishing the healing of a broken heart.

The soil, once barren, is now fertile and new.

For new beauty from ashes begins to start.

The trees stand tall; the roots are part of

A whole soul, each root is on its own path.

The path to healing that heals with love.

For the wounds to lose their power,  looking back.

The leaves rustle with the sound of peace.

Though sometimes, a few of them fall within a storm.

But there is always sunshine when the storm decreases.

A new life is beginning to form.

In the garden of healing, I find rest.

A place where love and light begin.

As each root tries its best,

A soul is made complete within.