need to grow, need to blossom

gardeners take care of their gardens
just like a caring mother takes care of her little child
observant with keen watching eye's
any signs of unruliness, wilting and chaotic downfall
and the gardener pulls away the weeds  
tending to the flowers with a watering can  
transforming depressed into happy again  
because you see, gardens cannot tend to themselves
they need a friendly hand to help them by  
 
when the sky refuses to rain
the guy with the spronkler steps in  
but what if a child misses the love from a parent
she is then like a garden without the sky around her skin
or a gardener to tend to her needs
 
quite often in the summer and spring  
little flowers feel like loved up children  
warmth, hydration, sun and love, sprinkles  
but what if they were placed in a house with a distant owner?
growing, depressed and withdrawn, self love lacking

we have to learn to parent and love ourselves
love that little hurt child within  
take care of her unkempt stems
trim, water and allow her petals to blossom
be the adult to our hurt side

hating oneself is just like the dark hating the light
there is no positive outcome , no meaning in this feeling
either love yourself or let yourself fall into hatred again
comfortable in your skin or uncomfortable, which is it?


this has been edited and changed a little from my initial poem