I will take your hand

Show you the paths that lead to the darkest parts of me

Where things are tangled and overgrown

In cupped hands, I will clasp the seedlings that have never known the sun

I hope you like them

 

In return, I will tend to the garden of your thoughts

Encourage the seeds of creativity to sprout

I will reach into the wellspring of me

And show them the ways that they can flourish

 

I will tear down the walls that divide our gardens

And build a shed to keep our tools

 

I will learn to plant with you

And  how the seasons pass for you

When to water and how much sun

 

If it is too painful to prune

I will do so where you do not have to see