In My Garden There's Just Me

By Gillian Lee

From poet Gillian Lee, comes a collection of poems that explores the many facets of human emotions-from self-love, familial love and romantic love to expressing love into the wider world. It also takes the reader on a journey of self-discovery, expressing the foibles and strengths of the human condition. The poems serve as a powerful reminder that we are central to our individual existences, and it's only from excavating this "garden" of the self that transformation becomes possible.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gillian Lee
• Release date: Nov 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005616199

Book preview

A Woman^s

Rite of Passage

There must be an ancient crypt

etched in stone:

A Woman’s Rite of Passage.

It’s a woman’s rite of passage

to fall deeply in love and

have her heart ruthlessly ravaged

It is written, it’s her rite of passage…

to be all she can be

but have someone tell her contrary

It’s documented somewhere,

It must…

She has to learn there are few,

if anyone, she can trust.

It reads…

She is not a woman if life does not let

her experience more than

she thinks she can bear.

It’s the truth!

It’s documented! I swear…I swear…

and no woman shall be spared.

I believe it is so…

because I have yet to meet

the woman who told me no.

A Wish

A wish is something you really don’t want

A wish is something that is used to taunt

It is a tease

it embodies what they want to hear

but leaves them hanging…begging,

Yes, please, please, please…

A wish is a fairy-tale,

that Cinderellas and Snow Whites believe in

and what Trolls and Goons use

to sugar-coat the darkness that lies within.

A wish is like a good intention

Paving stones of the road to hell

So wishes never seem to lead you

anywhere as far as I can tell.

Classifieds

Wanted…

Someone to show concern

to aaaaall my sighs.

Someone to love my tummy,

my hips, my thighs.

Wanted…

Someone to appreciate

and nourish my brain

Someone to never cause me

emotional or physical pain.

Wanted…

Someone who wants to be wanted

by just meeeee,

and not by she, and she, and she

And she.

Dear Daughter

I take time to write, and to let you know

how much you mean to me.

Without you, the option is insanity.

When I could not breathe, you were my air.

When I could no longer hide my tears,

Only you cared.

You are my world, and I always want

the best for you, and I guess he

wants that too.

You are such a strong and beautiful

girl, yet sometimes, I feel

I have let you down.

I do not know if I am preparing you well

for life on Earth

Which sometimes, I swear is hell.

I just wanted you to know,

and sometimes it does not seem