You are an old soul
Beautiful and gentle
Trying to appear tough
Comfortable with the macho
And just beginning to accept
Sometimes you are weak
And that’s OK
You are showing layers of yourself
You’ve always hidden away
Unfolding like a blossom
Delicate
May be
The bush remains
Uninterestedly
Buds and blossoms
Everywhere
Old souls
Blossom unexpected
The ancient rose suddenly shows herself in
Winter
Mostly when nobody sees
Off on the side
The rose, hidden by
The snow caught in the breeze