In This Garden (a poem)

The Beauty of Self-Expression: A Poem 

In This Garden

She sat on the grass in utter, comfortable silence

Her bare feet touching the ground 

If her brain proved to induce havoc and an unearthly mess 

In this garden she might be safe and sound 

She saw beauty like no other did 

In every blessing the world could bring 

An outlet she wouldn’t leave God forbid 

For her, when she wrote, it was like sitting on a blissfully wavering swing 

All doubts ceased to exist 

Peace like no other when she’d notice another escape 

Away from the chaos, joy ensued when she released her formerly persistent fist 

For her, her graceful cavorting around was like a breath of fresh air in her flowy cape

She finally felt heard 

Her emotions externalized into something more tangible 

The lines separating nature and herself finally blurred 

For her, drawing the clouds in the sky was like catching sight of a pretty flower that made life more manageable

Around this safe haven, the like-minded gathered in awe 

She picked up her guitar and played melodies that made any misfortune sound like prosperity 

They knew every step closer is nearer to a momentarily utopian world with no flaw 

For her, the sounds of music were like the chirping of birds she heard with increasing regularity 

However, the birds stopping singing and the pen ran out of ink 

She realized she had other life duties to attend to and she was bound 

But she also knew this would never be the end of her and this place’s link 

Always and forevermore, in this garden she’ll return to be safe and sound 

Written by: Areege El Nabrawi

Edited by: Marina Khalil