A Journey to RealizationA Poem by WhimsicalAshThe rose's thorns are the key in protecting one's sensitivity.Flowers grow through dirt as well even me, as some can't tell I thought I wouldn't grow back after being stepped on, soon feeling black Yet I've grown, flourished, as my thorns are sharp after many, breaking my heart The surroundings are amused by my beauty But when I join them they abuse me Plucking me tearing me piece by piece Oh why can't we be in peace? I understand I'm too protected thorns injected and my internal thoughts defaced Now, I'm spaced and displaced This, is to realize That I must, dry my eyes Not to hide my cries But to rise So I won't be the only one that dies. © 2015 WhimsicalAshFeatured Review
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Added on May 10, 2015Last Updated on May 10, 2015 AuthorWhimsicalAshTacoma, WAAboutI am a teen who uses writing as one of my great escapes. Writing is a way to express the unexplainable thoughts that I develop, and can be an outlet when I have challenges in life. I mostly write poet.. more..Writing
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