My Secret Garden Poem by Winter Moyer

I have a secret garden
That of which no one knows
When I enter my garden the sky seems clear
But once I must leave I am filled with sorrows

I feel the need to keep it locked tight
In fear that once it spreads it'll get trampled in fright
In disgust, in hatred
Of the garden that makes me feel bright

I fear that I'll be judged if I don't keep it just right
This garden is ragged
Barren but mine
To start anew

Now, if you mind
I have to learn to take care of my garden
To help it prosper and bloom
Till its beauty resembles that of which it makes me feel