Toxic Garden
I am full of the emotions that may yet destroy meβ vines of sorrow, thick thorns of self-persecution, an unkindness that coils around my ribcage, tethering dissatisfaction within my chest; my heart is carved from ebony loss yet still thrumming with sanguine intentβ alive but stitched with threads of henbane; one day, I may learn the art of self-love, but I donβt know whenβ in the meantime, I will tend to this garden, and call it mine.
Self-recrimination is like a weed that refuses to uproot.
We talk about healing so easily, but it is a lengthy process, and itβs tough going. Sometimes, we fall back into our old patterns and ignore everything we have learned. We allow the shit to grow back and consume us.
But if we continue to sow new seeds of positivity, those toxic plants will, one day, shrivel and die.
Hereβs to healing.
Jo xo


This resonates! Wonderfully written piece that can be felt. Sowing new seeds of positivity does help. I'm a believer. :) <3
Beautiful poem and wise reflection. πΏπ