THE TERRACE GARDEN by Gabrielle Mae S. Lopez
I
spend my days in the terrace garden. I spend my time sitting on the blue bench—probably stolen From the park; I sit here because I can’t walk in the park… Anymore. I spend my weeks in the terrace garden; I sit in a daze, wondering when I’ll get to be outside again— Always one step out, one step in, I’m only ever…in between. The plants, They’ve replaced my friends. I’ve no plans Yet to go out with them.
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