🗝️ ❀🌿The Garden We’re Not Allowed🌿❀🗝️

🗝️ ❀🌿The Garden We’re Not Allowed🌿❀🗝️

by Cyan Rushton

At first, no one could ever see,

The quiet bloom inside of me.

A seed we planted deep and small,

Where no one looked, no eyes at all.

The nights were soft, the stars were kind,

The moon kept what it saw behind.

Our laughter grew where shadows slept,

A love the waking world had swept.

We tended roots with gentle care,

Pretending no one knew they’re there.

Our whispers tangled in the breeze,

Our hearts were gardens on our knees.

But sunlight came with watching eyes,

And truth crept in through thin disguise.

They saw our colours, called them wrong,

And wilted petals with their tongue.

They said our soil was cursed and cold,

That flowers like ours should not unfold.

They tore the vines we tried to hide,

And left our blossoms locked inside.

We learned to speak in thorn and hush,

To bite our joy and cage the blush.

To smile small, and glance away,

And save our blooming for the gray.

They called it strange, they called it sin,

As if the sun chose what’s within.

As if two hearts that find their hue,

Could change the earth by loving true.

Still in the dark, our roots remain,

Through frost and fire, loss and rain.

They bend, they break, but never die—

Still reaching upward, asking why.

And one day when the storms are gone,

When dawn forgives what night looked on,

The world will see the field we grew,

And say, how strong those flowers knew.