In the Garden

Calm as still as water.

And the might of many which bewitch your age.

Feel it as the wind whistles and the birds dawdle.


You are trying to come to terms with your choices,

I know,

I have been there before too, staring blankly at the glassy surface.

And hoping, hoping that it can swallow you up.


Because inside you feel it’s all wrong.

And all you did was wrong. And all you will do will be wrong.


But trust me. It will be ok.


There is more than enough time.

To wait and enjoy. In this garden.

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