Stopped At The Gates Poem by Anita Atina

Stopped at the gates

Of the garden I loved to visit often

I stand, feeling at a loss

What should my next move be?


I wander around the periphery

Of my beautiful sanctuary

Cut off from the expansive space

I so often relished


Questions drum incessantly

Was I undeserving of such beauty?

Or was my heartfelt gratitude not enough?

Have I been punished, left yearning for that which is taken


Or is it that the garden finds me

Too familiar with its meandering pathways

And lest its secrets get told, pushes me off

To find new gardens, with mysteries waiting to unfold!