The Secret Garden

You buried me so I couldn’t speak, so I wouldn’t leave.
You didn’t need me. But you didn’t want to live without me.

You thought I owed you. I agreed.

So I handed you the shovel. But you misunderstood.
You weren’t burying me, you were burying a seed.

© Indian Macgyver

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  1. lifelessons says:

    A seed of guilt, perhaps?

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    1. i’ve been thinking about the type of plant myself, seed of guilt is as good as any. i’m leaning towards a seed of doubt. but whatever it is, it’s definitely got to be an invasive varietal! thanks for stopping by judy, it’s nice to see a familiar face after such a long absence, cheers.

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