Be generosity to the weeds embedded in the edge of my heart.
Nurturance and tenderness to their prickly stalks and tiny flowers.
Not all memories held within are solid or kind.
Unicorn pastels roses lace teacups encircled neatly in the clearing.
Sharp thorns of musty basement arm shoved down choking shame blindness from fear poke through.
Garden gate swings inward.
Here ruins and pretense in sculpted and cultivated ornamental lawns lie.
Entrust me my wildness and tangled thickets.
Remain the weak, the poisonous and the brambles of pain.
Spare also the daisies.
Devour in earth time all of me.
No more vines plucking out. No more saving the pretty from the dirty.
Heartside welcomes the full shape of my past spiky and curved.
Showers of calm and breezes of affection settle in.
Weeds and flowers together run riot in the growth of my remembrances and I belong to all of it.