Im sat here now,
feeling weak,
Lethargic and tired,
Slouched in the chair, I sigh.
Momentum has gone,
its getting dark,
I feel sad.
I look at the plants in front of me, they neither worry nor suffer.
What would my father say to me now?
"All you have to do is stay indoors for a while, its spring, the weather is good and you have the garden."
Thats it, hearing that, I feel better, life isn't difficult, we complicate things, its simple really.
I sit upright, sniff and sigh again. Thank God for small mercy's.
The garden is beautiful, it is my refuge, my sanctuary, my paradise.
Im welling up, a lump in my throat. I can hear my father and see his face.
Its all becoming easy again. The weight is lightening. When I'm in the garden, I'm close to my father.
Poetry, passages & stories inspired in 2020 by Andreas C Koutsoudis "Adversity is the bedrock of creativity and strength!... A blog for empathetic people wanting to rebel and revolt... "
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