My Mind is a Garden

My mind is a garden

and my thoughts are like seeds.

I can grow flowers

or I can grow weeds.

I am skinny

I am ugly

I am shy

I am different

The thoughts begin to grow

and I take them for Truth.

I water the seeds

and they start growing roots.

I am a failure

I am unworthy

I am not good enough

I am hopeless

The weeds are tall now.

They are all I can see.

I gasp and I ask,

"is this really me?"

My mind is a garden

and my thoughts are like seeds.

I can grow flowers

or I can grow weeds.

I fall to my knees

and I hit the floor.

How can this be?

There must be more.

Tears fall from my face

I can fight no more.

When a voice inside whispers,

"the choice is all yours."

A moment of clarity

as I smile and pray,

"please give me strength

to pull weeds today."

One by one

as I pull them all out.

Now I must watch

so new ones don't sprout.

I am healthy

I am handsome

I am friendly

I am unique

The thoughts begin to grow

and I take them for Truth.

I water the seeds

and they start to grow roots.

I am successful

I am worthy

I am enough

I am whole

The flowers blossom now.

They are all I can see.

I breathe and affirm,

"now this is me!"

My mind is a garden

and my thoughts are like seeds.

I can grow flowers

or I can grow weeds.

Joe BeckComment