Be Gentle

Be Gentle

By Bee Davis

I tend to the flowers in my garden

I treat them with kid gloves, as if to say

“I’m sorry”

I wish they remained untouched

I wish the world hadn’t been so cruel

I wish I hadn’t been so reckless

But the past is set in soil

They have been ravaged by wildfire,

By anger, and hate, and all things horrible

And scars remain, as if to say

“ I survived”

I know yet another storm will come

And I won’t forget the damage of the past

But for now, I  can nurture my garden

I can be gentle