Uncertainty

I feel like I’m suffocating – my garden,

She has so many weeds. What’s happening?

Red and pink petals, once so beautiful and plentiful,

I now only have a few to hold.

When did I become such a mess; Trampled into dust,

My gardens have been bruised, and buried under two years of rubble and weed.

Left wilting, and unattended.

Once, fervently protected.

There seems to be no refuge from this ongoing fued; Between me, you and you.

I can no longer see or hear as clearly as I used to.

I don’t know what truth right now even means.

Depleted – returning to the same cycles of the moon.

Repeating – bringing new meaning each time around.

All I want is love and clarity. I’ve had nothing of the sort.

What more could I give, that won’t kill me in the end.

I’m uncertain.