Eden

By Cate Foy, TIWP Student

The garden was now overgrown,
the wild ivy an unknown sight.
Eve stood, this time, for once, alone
watching the birds in their patterned flight.

She missed the cool breeze on her soft skin
and the warm rain that fell from the cyan sky.
But this new garden, forged from unknown sin
brought with it a new feeling, that made her cry.

And though this feeling was not subtle,
it was new and exciting and necessary.
For too long she had lived in a bubble.
Now, she felt fear and pain and weary.

But never would she hope to go back
because that was a life incomplete.
Now she kept joy but got panic attacks,
her life once plain, now bittersweet.

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