Jul 2012
The new life waiting,
Buds from this mess.
With rough edges,
Created by convulsing
Due to what I cannot overcome.
It blossoms even through
The hardships placed upon me.
More thorns grow with
The amount of pressure
That overwhelms me.
A rose emerges,
With such grace and dignity,
Powering through the life
That was left for me.
I tried to take the thorns off,
To let people in.
And with a steady hum,
They dug into my skin,
Leaving black.
I tried to refuse,
Kicking and fighting back.
I was taken by this rose,
As my destiny foretold.
It grows from my skin, it’s part of me.
Buds from this mess.
With rough edges,
Created by convulsing
Due to what I cannot overcome.
It blossoms even through
The hardships placed upon me.
More thorns grow with
The amount of pressure
That overwhelms me.
A rose emerges,
With such grace and dignity,
Powering through the life
That was left for me.
I tried to take the thorns off,
To let people in.
And with a steady hum,
They dug into my skin,
Leaving black.
I tried to refuse,
Kicking and fighting back.
I was taken by this rose,
As my destiny foretold.
It grows from my skin, it’s part of me.
As a going away present my friend gave me a tattoo of a rose that he drew up himself, if he only knew how much it actually means to me. Written as my final for the last class from high school during a really tough time in my life. Finished May 6th, 2012.
