Secret Gardens

Secret Gardens 

if you took a look around

what doesn't stand out

is the idea of perfect

wants I can't measure

add up to worth questioned

if my good allows enough in

in to a secret garden

blooming different every hour

you take a look around

what stands out greatly

seen behind patterned walls

stained glass created once

written on each shard invisibly

narration opposes inner voice

worth full of priceless sun 

gate opens swiftly walk in

stand centered by roots edge

lovely pockets filled and hollow

faced with golden heaviness

lightness comes over silent air

heat wooshes by fresh laundry

a hint of tea in her mug

dab of sweet perfume on her wrists

twirls around lace and Polaroids

try planting all she carries

secrets cost good enoughs weight

begins to empty both pockets

while she stood and tears up

hopes interrupt locked irons

empty ground litters worn paper

with key to hold imperfection

walking out knowing she'd be back 

Becca Joy