Healing Poetry

WildFlower's Garden
By Lisa A. MacLeod


The garden was planted
40 years or more
A blend of Canadian soil
Gave nourishment from the core

Seeds thrown and scattered
Spread with love and care
A garden of wild flowers
A job meant to share

Patiently tending their garden
Roots began to grow
Watching amazed and marvelled
Wild flowers began to show

Colours, fragrance and texture
A beauty to behold
A garden growing freely
Not dictated by landscape mould
A garden needs attention
Demanding two to care
Weeds can entangle early
Suffocating the wild flowers air

Flowers would still show
The season after next
Somehow losing their lustre
As from a witch’s hex

The garden suffered changes
Stomped on feet above
It could see sunshine
Just could not feel love

Winter Spring Summer Fall
The garden endured years
Instead of sun and rain
Survived with shadows and tears

One day rain pelted
Just like a knife
Storming day and night
Almost taking all the life

Eventually the rain subsided
Sun began to shine
The wild flowers knew
It was safe to climb

Budding from the ground
Peaking at the sky above
Wondering in the brilliance
They felt light and love

The garden now flourishes
Wildflowers continually grow
Gentle winds spread seeds
For the world to know


Lost Innocence
By Lisa A. MacLeod


For days on end
A child cried
Nowhere to run
No place to hide

The tears were silent
A stone face shown
People all around
Yet she was alone

What happened to her
She didn't tell
But survived alone
In her private hell

The shame now there
A childhood ruined
With no idea
It wasn't her doing

She did not know
About birds and bees
She just thought
They belonged in trees

He invaded some places
Foreign to her
She didn't protest
She did not stir

All she thought was
This is wrong
But couldn't move
He was too strong

She let it happen
She's to blame
She never expected
To feel such shame

For days on end
She felt guilt
If she told
A family would tilt

The fear now there
Buried deep inside
Even if asked
She would have lied

Living in silence
Until this day
Now she knows
What she must say

It is her duty
To now tell
So other children
Not endure her hell