A Delicate Rosebud

Some people just are unlucky, and grow up in rough terrain.

 

If you go to a place off by the coast,

You'll discover a small run down cottage,

Surrounded by a garden.
 

A garden of pain,

Death,

And neglect.

 

If you walk into this garden

Surrounding the cottage-

You may,

Only if you squint your eyes hard enough-

 

You may find the start of a

Beautiful,

Young,

Delicate rosebud,

Trying to fight her way towards the sun.

 

Striving hard to reach the top,

And trying to make her better best,

But no matter how hard she tries,

She's always being pulled down.
 

Yet the bud remains optimistic,

Knowing that one day

She will outgrow the dying poisons,

And she will one day be adored

By people near and far.

 

Every thorn,

Every weed,

Tries hard to crush her dreams,

But no matter what

The bud strives to reach that star,

Hoping that one day you'll pick her.

 

Author's Note

I was going through my old poems, and I found this one. I originally wrote this on 1/31/05. It has been edited about twice since then.

Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Clarisse Nanoit]

FANTASTIC! I have a new life poem. Great little analogy. :) Mind if I print this one off and put it in my binder?? lol.
KH

[Travis Lawrence]

I like the metaphors, and the vivid descriptions, and the message, that no matter what you keep going through life. Good write, though it doesn't seem as mature as your other poetry (no offense).

-Travis

[Brenda Sue]

Awesome. Absolutely beautiful, with such a great message of hope and to never give up. Wonderfully penned. Excellent job.