There's a dagger in my heart,
shackles on both my arms.
My legs are running fast.
All I see is blood red.
The contorted soul looking for relief.
Don't know how & don't know where.
Too scared to look within,
afraid there's hell fire.
What's important is on the inside.
Know the garden that's neglected.
Build fences instead of walls.
It takes time & wisdom to be organic.
Garden.
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