It’s wet and dark and cramped; there’s not enough room for all those thoughts that press and bear down on the walls of her mind; their voices taunt her. There’re lumps of shame in her throat. They are threatening to snuff out the vital air she needs to live. She’s stuck in that space!
It’s rough and thorny and overgrown; there’s not a clear path for all these plans that are stacked and layered on the floors of her will; theircwords haunt her. They are threatening to halt the essential movement she requires to thrive. She’s stuck in that space!
It’s cold and obscure and distant; there’re no lights to illuminate the consciousness that is hidden and buried beneath the seat of her soul; their eyes weaken her. There are stirrings of appeal in her core. They are threatening to bulge through the pores of her spirit to become viable and purposeful. She’s stuck in that space!
It’s warm and fuzzy and re-assuring; there’re many signs to lead the way for her to get up and move along the journey of her life; their captions are bold. There are arrows of determination lined up in her quiver. They’re positioning to shoot past the chains of fear and hurt to produce victory and resolve. She’s getting out of that space!
It’s bright and bold and daring; there’s a plethora of fortitude to propel the zeal and zest oozing out of her being; they’re soaking through. There are stains and patches of strength and poise enveloping everything. They are running roughshod over the clouds of negativity to stamp their mark of liberty and stand tall proud. She’s out of that space!
And……She’s Not Going Back There! EVER!!!
Garden Conversations with Roze 