Truth is, if I could gather up all of my what ifs,
I would have the most beautiful garden.
I could plant them and let them grow into flowers,
bloom into regrets that I shouldn’t have.
Because every decision that I’ve made up to this point has been guided by my experiences;
I’m tired of doubting myself.
I will plant my what ifs and let them be buried underneath the soil,
while they produce the beauty of my confidence in where life has taken me
and the decisions I have made.
Every choice that has come from following my heart and my intuition
will be the colors and the pedals that will reach toward the sky;
stretch for the moon.
They will continue to multiply as I approach my destiny:
tulips of questionable choices,
roses of my best decisions,
and daisies for every turn I decided to create along my way.
Epic oak trees of my morals and ethics will line and protect the garden;
roots that will guard every stem and every pedal that has grown thus far.
The thoughts of regret will be weeded out as remedy bulbs are planted.
I will continue planting forever, my garden never full.