Do not be scared if your heart is a graveyard,
A quiet plot where memories are saved.
Each headstone marks a love or loss or friend,
A story that you thought would never end.
Here lie the dreams that faded with the light,
And versions of yourself that lost the fight.
Here rest the words that you forgot to say,
The ghosts of every single yesterday.
But look again, it is not just a tomb,
For in the silence, stubborn flowers bloom.
The soil is rich with lessons and with tears,
And watered by the strength of all your years.
For nothing truly dies that taught you grace,
And from that grief, a garden takes its place.
That quiet ground is where your roots grow deep,
Awakening the promises you keep.
You are no ghost who walks the lonely lane,
But a keeper, through the sun and rain.
This hallowed place, this sacred, guarded part,
Shows the living fire within your heart.
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