The tears of a rose Will soak and stain They're from her heart They're stored up rain
They come from heaven To flow down thorns They sing in screams From her lips torn
They can be acid To burn the bloom They can be crystal Reflecting moons
The rose will open In dead of night The tears from petals Refract the light
They cascade down Drop from the leaves For her soul She sits and grieves
For her soul The drops fall down They feed her roots Under the ground
They bring her back The legend goes There's healing in
Tears of a rose
SøułSurvivør (C) 10/3/2017
I was talking to a friend this evening. Praying with her. She just endured a tremendous life setback. Said she couldn't stop crying. This metaphor came to my mind. This poem is for my dear friend. It is my sincerest hope that it brings healing.
I'm really sorry i haven't been reading. I have excellent reasons, of which some of you are aware. I just don't want you to think that I don't care. I do. I just have a lot on my plate. Thanks for understanding.