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The Rose
In a garden, a rose begins to sprout
in the middle of thistles and thorns.
Trying to rise to beauty from ashes
when life sometimes feels so torn.
Its petals whisper stories untold
of secrets hidden deep under the surface.
The garden, left to die and alone,
is a picture of wounds that found no justice.
The rose, so fragile and frail,
blooms with vibrant colors.
It braves the storm that rages,
having strength, despite the judgment of others.
In the morning dew, it finds its strength.
Its roots dig deep under the foundation.
But despite its struggle to stay strong,
hope and faith become its formation.
Drawing from resilience within the chaos,
it's getting stronger, day after day.
Its beauty lies in imperfections seen,
but it keeps trying, despite what they say.
The garden is judged hopeless by others,
but with determination, the rose begins to thrive.
So, when the night feels long and cold,
never give up the goal to survive.
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| Kelly Doheney |
Kelly Doheney is an emerging author of poetry, flash fiction, and short stories. Her work can be seen on Spillwords, Academy of the Heart, Agape Review, and Feed the Holy.
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWe can’t determine what in life has hope and what doesn’t. I think there is always hope.
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