On my right hand I wear a symbol of footprints one side light, the other dark. The moment I first laid eyes on that ring, I knew it would be mine and worn daily. Such is a symbol amongst many that ring true of my philosophy. Life is always filled with lights and shadows, a synthesis of necessary duality.

Here is a shadow that maybe in sharing with you, can become light. Though, even in our darkness, we can be found beautiful. Some shadows are meant to be kept at bay, this one here is meant to be released. Actually, you could call it a Spring cleaning of sorts.


Release
So a garden did we construct.
Seasonal harvest of destruct.

Ultraviolet love, scalding my soil.
Oblivious to needing protection
Oblivious to your deception

Your maintenance of another garden,
I met violent shearing pruners.
Indescribable pain in my daunting ruins,
stirred.

Festering clumps of root rot
A decomposed story, wrought

The sun did not shine on merrily
A cold detached darkness, staring warily

Your gardening license is terminated.
Pah! Your staggering pessimism, eliminated.

So leave this garden, no strange hybrid need develop nor form.
Reservations closely guarded for a native norm.