Thin crystal petals,
Crisp icy leaves,
Slender glass stem.
Crystalline prism-
Rainbow reflections emanates.
Fragile beauty rests on a plane.
Content, safe from rough adversaries.
As this delicate rose sits,
People marvel at its exquisite beauty.
A velvet pillow cradles this delicate wonder,
Untouched innocence,
Precious clarity captivates all.

On a bright sunny day-
As the crystalline rose glistens,
A dark figure emerges.
Disgruntled hands reach,
***** prints grasp.
Innocent glass is violated.
Rough rigid handling,
Selfish pre-meditated notions,
Destroy exquisite beauty.
Fingers slip,
As the precious rose travels downward,
Shattering screams reverberate.

Past regal beauty,
Is now shattered, scattered-
Across a vast desert.
Shards of a past rainbow,
Pieces of a previous soul,
Blanket the chilled granite.
Perfection, influence and purity lost.
Jagged leaves, pedals and stem-
Sprinkle the world below.
Fiery chasms lick volatile crystal.
Waiting to melt the “worthless” remains.
Anticipating for the rose to submit defeat.

Miniscule weak slivers turn to self loathing.
In pieces, one’s pain causes others pain.
To pick up the pieces and reconstruct-
Cannot be done alone.
Though ****** blemishes scar youth,
Sparkling beauty is still present.
Self realization seems unreachable-
Some parts are so far away.
External forces must sweep reality together-
Gluing delicate shards to wholeness.
Clarity is absent,
Cracks overwhelm the rose.

Beauty is found in imperfection.
Imperfection is reality.
Cracks can break the strong,
All crystal roses are vulnerable.
But with the harsh reality,
Breaks make.
Roses are beautiful-
But behind the most beautiful is some pain.
Thorns may *****,
But crimson vibrance adds to character.
New planes of vibrance emerge with a crack,
Creating a broken beauty.