The buds bloomed on the rose bush
The petals plucked off the beautiful buds
The brown, withering flowers lay on the ground
Unrelenting hands squeezed the life out of them
Enclosed in the garden bed
Shut off from the world
They stood, faltering.
Slowly one rose
Outlived the rest
Planted its seed
To grow new flowers
It stepped outside the garden
It stood, stronger.
After her came many others
They too left the walls of the garden
They too pushed off the hands
They too grew to flowers
They stood, strong and together.
2 comments:
i love the change from faltering and weak and dying and used, to strong and widespread and still blooming. your imagery is most excellent, especially in the first stanza.
thank you!
this reminds me of breaking boundaries and becoming free as in social sense but also free in the physical sense...
NICE!!
phx
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