Disheveled Garden (wip)

 The world abruptly tilts on its axis

and the wind tears through me.

Like the twisters forming rapidly in the clouds,

I am on a destructive rampage-

unaware until it is too late

and never equipped with the 

proper tools to rebuild.

I wallow in my ruins,

idle among the rubble and debris 

in the aftermath.

I weep for rose bushes,

roots ripped from the earth and

launched aimlessly into the sky…

…my fingers once bled with 

care and tenderness,

from all the time spent

pruning leaves and watering soil;

hoping to grow something unconditional 

and fearless.