All living are the real tillers in life’s internal garden;
Gatekeepers and watchers of our own personal Eden.
Rivers of survival flow out of experience’s tangled reeds,
Flooding icy lakes of discomfort with wellsprings of ease.
Floating oceans of hardship, loaded flagships in disguise
Ferry the riches of adversity; earth’s unexpected prize.
Hollow victories taunt determination’s Elysium patience;
Where love is living water swirling at the feet of internal giants.
In disappointment’s delta, hope wrings moisture from small victories
Watering our voice as seeds, thriving in tribulation’s highlands.
Our scars like outstretched fingers,
Clutch confidently to immortality island.