The mistakes in my family run deep

Deeper than the roots that grew into my family tree

Every twist and turn on each branch resembles every twist and turn to hide what lies beneath the bark

So I’ve decided to seek out the truth to every leaf blown away

Day after day, year after year

I’ve been sowing my own Garden and spreading Truth

Turns out it was actually their garden

and all I have been doing was pulling weeds

tending flowers that would never see daylight

Don’t believe them when they say blood is thicker than water   It can be diluted

I gave up on my own bloodline and called it a hobby

Because who cares if you’re lying

Who cares when Grandma is disappointed by her grandchildren wandering streets selling seeds to unprotected women

Who cares when loud mouth aunties hush the truth about baby girl’s abortion

Who cares when depression is a pesticide destroying all your daisies and sunflowers Next to the decomposing seeds of broken memories still trying to germinate

Who cares when the only human contact you can get to is a family member 6 feet below my roots

Roses can hurt you too, especially when you can’t see them grow

Not all homes can be filled with a garden of blooming flowers

Some wither and decay

Hoping that their roots won't be dug up

Tossed away,

Forgotten,

that their history won’t rot

Spreading their roots close to home

If history and home both start with "h" then maybe it might be the same concept

With every twist and turn

Each withered petal being blown away in hopes to twist and turn its roots deeper than it seems

Day after day, year after year

Roots of unforgettable mistakes have sprouted in my garden

A weed has sprouted in my family's garden of lies

This time, I'll let the truth grow

Even weeds can be beautiful