A challenge was set before me,red rose blooming,
But my feet refused to take a step towards the danger,
my hands refused to hold onto the rose,
although my heart wanted to.
My fingers could've bled,
and blood could've been sweet,
The pain would've torn me,
I would've found meaning as well.
I was ****** to be a lover of chaos,
Born as a child of nature,
born and died,and will live again,
Mighty fragile and weak,
but inside is what flames are missing.
Familiar with all,
I awaken with a thirst for freedom,
In it I am caged,
just to feel the purity of this life.
This poem is the consequence of growing up too fast.