Facing The Weeds

My hurt and fears
come up like weeds
in our garden of love

Please sun, shine upon it
Bring it all to the light
Help me to see,
Help me to clear
So I can transform it
into flowers that blossom
that grow stronger
as they grow in love

©RoseGirl2019

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