I let myself be
in my own secret garden
the one whose touch blooms

Poet. Writer. Photographer.
I let myself be
in my own secret garden
the one whose touch blooms


Just another bud
on the brink of opening,
nurtured by the light,
raindrops still clinging,
petals absorbing,
gathering courage,
blushed but bursting
at seams to emerge,
no longer able
to stay cocooned,
into full potential,
yearning to bloom.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Closed
is safe,
hiding, hibernating,
cozy and cocooned, protecting
the most vulnerable parts of you. To
open up would be foolish. And where would
you even get that kind of courage? Yet…
Out there, you may find the chance is worth taking.
Yes, there will be rough elements along the way,
for change in weather is inevitable,
but if you
stay in your
lightless
bubble,
you will
never be
able to
experi-
ence the
rain or the sun upon your face,

Poem and images ©Laura Denise