The Gardener |
Issue 12
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Inside the little glass green house
I’m the tomato in the ground No sun or water pulls me out Now matter how I scream and shout The Gardener comes for the day He waters us and goes his way I cry, kick, and beg him to stay “Please Gardener, help me today!” He stops within the glass green house And starts to turn his head around Finally, all my cries are found He comes up and opens his mouth He says I have a choice to make Grow on and sprout or choose to stay And says he won’t get in the way The choice is all on me to make Each option is hard and profound It’s sure to impact those around The Gardener makes not a sound He leaves the little glass green house I’m left alone to think and pray What would I do if I would stay? I’d be living without a way To speak and do what I would say Or I could grow and I could sprout Up from the Earth and past the ground I’d have to leave them all without A single word or final sound The more I think and contemplate The choice for me is clear to make No one should have to tolerate A vegetable with no brain And I can’t bear to think and count All of the years I’d be Earthbound I’d be a heavy, thorny crown A cross to heave and push around The Gardener comes back to say He knows the choice that I have made I feel the sunlight kiss my face As liquids wash my cares away… The monitors begin to bray A single beep echoes away No heartbeat, no more breaths to take Tears run down my granddaughter’s face ** Inside the little glass green house I’m the tomato that has sprout “I’m finally alive!” I shout With The Gardener, I am found. |
Pauline Aksay is a storyteller in Toronto, Canada. Her work explores mental health, imagination, and the limits of memory, offering an evocative glimpse into the human experience from the eyes of an outsider. Ultimately, her goal is to promote understanding and foster connection in those who engage with her work.
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