I am a Rose

I am like the dying rose when Autumn hits.

Dormant and dead to the world in the winter.

My spirit walks the shadows of hell when I am gone.

It feels like a lifetime,

But then it is my time to figure out how to grow again.

Once I realize spring is here, my mental gets blocked.

I gotta push through the dirt and the decomposing flesh.

When I see the light, I know it is my time to be born again.

I am LIVING!

I live for only a short period of time.

Then I relive the same heaven and hell for eternity.

Through the rain and heat I will strive to show my true color.