Garden of Grief

I'm growing grief in my garden It grows strong and elegant in a way that I find myself proud of but also leaves me feeling sick When they bloom it will be beautiful Because no one will know it was grief to begin with A sick part of me wants to give them away once they bloom bright and colorful A part of me wants them to know the grief they've caused me to nurture There is grief growing in my garden But there is also memories and loyalty I wonder what that says about me