inner-self (canvas)

Amidst my inner-self, a garden grows, With flowers fair and fragrant rose, Yet, lurking 'mongst the petals bright, The thorns of pain, they come to light. Each day I tend to this garden fair, With love and care, I work with care, And though I pluck the weeds with might, The thorns of pain, they win the fight. For in my heart, a battle wages on, Between beauty and ugliness, it goes on and on, But I shall tend this garden true, For beauty shall always come shining through.   About The Canvas