The upside-down rose dances above the concrete,
Its stem and root blackened from the trying flame.
Yet happily does it dance,
As weary as its spirit might be.
The pain of horrific torture,
Yet it shines brightly, brilliantly;
The darkness is there, but the rose persists,
Glowing that spirited, defiant red
That can only signify a strength of soul.
Every hardship that envelopes the rose
Seems to only make it shine brighter.
Surely, one day, it will outshine the sun which gives it life.
-
Author:
AnxiousMane (
Offline) - Published: February 1st, 2017 01:56
- Comment from author about the poem: taunt the demons that haunt you purge them from your being until it flows clean like the brook
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 145
Offline)
Comments4
Just well written. Really deep concept it took me awhile to get it. But well put I have to say.
I think we've all been that flower at times...enjoyed it
this is a very good piece of work oh yeah!
Well written and expressed Great write
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.