The petals of a rose are an expression.
Invisible strings pull her taunt
And leave her
gasping for breath in her bud.
Then petal by petal,
step by step,
we come undone.
Blooming, bursting, beautiful and free.
Some leaves crumble,
Some some innocence is wilted.
Yet still the Rose, in all her glory, managed to break through...
She survived.
She survived anxiety, longing & depression
And she was still a beauty.
Roses
are
strong



And so am I.