The
"We" in "Me"
This
page is for all of us.
The
Shadow of a Rose
My bitter heart
crumbled upon the frigid earth.
An eternity
of painful labor grind into dirt.
But from the
filth of my broken life blooms a single rose.
And out of
each delicate petal the eerie beauty of my soul glows.
The smell of
fresh Spring soil penetrates the air.
All around
my budding bloom sweet scents of joy linger here.
Although the
thorns jutting out of my fragile stalk curse threats upon the world.
Beneath the
callous surface I’m just a frail lonely girl.
Out of the
filth of a haunted past beauty breaks hard ground.
Where the dense
feelings of hatred lives love is also found.
Eyes that only
see darkness are immune to object bright.
But unless
you can see the chilling shadows you’ll never see the light.
By,
Shaina
Wright