Closing the Garden Gate

 I once wandered my lovely garden teeming with life.  The verdant hills covered with flowers of vibrant shiny hues and the soft whispered scent of perfume.  My spring beauty made me blush.

Then I got cancer. 

The doctors quickly went about razing my garden.  Treatment left behind cracked desiccated earth where nothing will ever flower.  I closed my garden gate.

There will be no more dancing in the sun.  Nothing will grow here. No longer will I play in the dirt or feel the rain fall on fresh green tendrils of possibilities. Spring has left my garden.


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