Forgotten Gardens (Isolation: Part 3)

(Finished May 24, 2020)

Why oh heart so silent

When you’ve abandoned a sanctuary to which you always went

How can you so readily

Leave behind your joy, peace of mind, and tranquility

Come back, come back

Come back to a love so pure

The heart longs to find the trail

Back to a land of fairy tales

Drawn by one’s own palms

As one writes down their stories and sings their songs

A land that one left, so hasty

Thinking that one’s passion is just make-believe

And so one took no lilies from their trees

And never looked back as one decided to leave

But as one is now lost in the land where one dwells

I’ve only found that my heart has never left what was once called home

Take me back by the path that starts at the wishing well

And ends where one’s flower trees always did bloom

There, I used to lay in the grass and see so many visions

Of worlds where my dreams could thrive

But so sadly my mind made the decision

That such dreams could never come to life

And so I left the flowers of my gardens to this blight

What could such fragile petals ever find of might

To face a thirst never watered

To split through the Earth to come to sight

The wind would pass through withered leaves so it would never be heard

And even the weeds would find no roots to fight

All that the poor petals could do is scatter themselves along a trail

In case I would ever have the courage to see the sight of my lilies and hear the tune of the nightingales

Oh, forgotten gardens

That I once roamed in

Wait for me, I’m coming

Dear lilies, I’ll water you to blossom

I’ll never abandon you again

Here I am, no longer disheartened

Here I am, I’m home again

This is strange, truly strange. What I’ve gone through lately is strange, but in the most beautiful way, a way that has kept me from my sleep. I had a realization, an epiphany if you will, that has made me understand that I’ve been restraining myself, that I’ve left things that brought me so much joy. I’ve known this for a long time, the thought of this always nagged in my head. Well, it did so until it knew that it was falling on deaf ears so it became dead silent. But finally, I’ve realized that I need not to be limited to one, need not to be limited to anything. For the first time in many, many years, my heart feels so pure and my mind wants to find its way back to what I truly did adore. This is the beginning of the way back home, the first time for me to ever write a piece that ends happily. This is a happy song for a happy day. On I go back to my forgotten gardens.




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Norhan Mahmoud Eassa

Norhan Mahmoud Eassa

Just trying to grasp the universe and beyond.

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