The Garden

I feel unsafe,
unwelcome in my world of confusion.
But when I go to the garden-
I feel free.
I sit and swing.
Wind blowing through the leaves,
fish in the pond,
the calm all around me.
I feel at peace.
Sitting and swinging in my garden with all the life around me.
I sit here til dark
and know that I am safe,
here in the garden-
I am at home.


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