The Soul of A Rose

Sunday, March 3

HER FACE WAS BEAUTIFUL WITH A BODY SCULPTED WITH THORNS
TEARS RAN FROM HER EYELIDS AND HER CLOTHES WERE TORN
HER CONVERSATION WAS SOFT WITH DISCOURAGEMENT WONDERING WHY
SHE WAS BORN
IT WAS HARD FOR HER TO RECOGNIZE THE STRENGTH ALIGNED IN HER VEINS
SHE DIDN'T REALIZE THAT THE RAIN WAS NOURISHMENT FOR HER PAIN
SHE DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO MASTER HER WOUNDS SHE HAD TO BE TRAINED
IT WAS HARD FOR HER TO BELIEVE
BECAUSE SHE KNEW THE ONLY THING GURANTEED WAS DEATH AND FALLEN LEAVES
SHE THOUGHT THAT SHE WAS JUST A BUD THAT ONLY BLOSSOMED IN THE SPRING
SHE SAID THAT SHE ONLY SMILED WHEN SHE REMINISCED OF THE SPARKLES
IN HER RING
THAT BRUISED HER FINGER ON HER LEFT HAND
WITH MINOR STRENGTH TO STAND AND DEATH WAS IN HER PLANS
SHE WOULD GET SICK AT THE SCENT OF A BOY BECAUSE SHE NEVER BEEN WITH A GUY WHO HAD THE SENSE OF A MAN
SHE NEVER KNEW THAT IT TAKES MORE THAN WORDS TO PROPOSE
IT TAKES ACTIONS THROUGH HARDSHIPS AND TRANSACTIONS TO MAKE YOU STAND ON YOUR TOES
WITH PROPER SUPPORT TO STROLL ACROSS BURNING COALS
AND A STRONG BELIEF IN GOD WHERE BLESSINGS COME TEN FOLD
WITH THE SUNSHINE TO REMIND HER THAT SHE IS STILL A ROSE
WITH THE SON'S SHINE TO REMIND HER THAT SHE IS STILL A ROSE

THE SOUL OF A ROSE

DOKK SAVAGE COPYRIGHT 2011
Dokk Savage

Replies to This Posting

  1. There is nothing to display yet, check back soon.