Soft red petals once freed put back into a cage, the rose is
Taken away from that which makes it thrive
Without soil, rain, and sunshine
Sweet songs won’t be sung
The rose won’t bloom
Backwards through
Time it retracts
Beauty gone
In ruin
A lost
Bud.
But
With
This
It has
A chance
To restart
To grow and
Rise from the
Ashes that once
Swallowed it whole
The bud can still bloom
There is always room for healing
With sunshine and rain it’ll thrive
In order to open again it must first close
“As though a rose would shut, and be a bud again.”