Second Chance

I was a garden once,

alive with hope.
One by one the seedlings died
starved or crushed
by faulty guides,
hens scolding
ducks for craving water.

I disappointed everyone
or so I thought.
My trembling smile
pleaded for absolution,
claiming no right
to disappointment of my own.

Forbidden seeds still wait
charred seeds of rage
push swell crack
until I see at last
through my own eyes