My Garden

My insides bloom with flowers

They hide under my hair and beneath my clothing

I once showed them to others

And often they’d be lightly touched,

Grazed by soft fingers

But growing up has harshened the wind

And petals were plucked and trampled upon

So I shield them from the dangers outside

And if you ever see a glint of color from behind my lips

Through the film of my eyes,

Or the flowery scent of my breath

Do not mistake it for weakness, vulnerability

I protect myself, and nothing is coincidence

It’s trust that I’ve chosen to give you


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