Mandy's Cave

Mandy’s cave is at the bottom of her garden.
Cloaked in blackcurrant coated trees.
Soaked in wafting pine and cedar waves.
It is her safe space and secret lair.
She hides her innermost feelings there.
She throws away her fears into the eyes of her cave.
She tells it all the thoughts that have caused her embarrassment and shame.
Mandy’s cave listens to her even as the clouds are opening their mouths wide,
And while the brown ground is humble and thirsty for rain,
It hears her silently, her cave never turns her away.
Her unshed tears fall there as invisible footsteps often do,
And the cave smiles and glitters back with leaves, berries and wholesome autumnal hues.
While Mandy is cocooned within her special place,
She feels entirely enveloped within a dewy magical haze.
She has decorated her cave walls as if they were a gallery,
Her tears both spoken and unspoken,
Have been paintbrushes splashing about coloured worries, regrets and all the steps she has hurried and stumbled.
But Mandy’s cave has always made sure she leaves her garden with the seeds of what she has created before,
These heart seeds she has cried,
Will grow and root into her beautiful soul,
And one day be a source of energy, reflection and pride.