The Transformation of a Rose

            It all started the night he broke her. Emotionally and mentally, that is. He shattered her heart, lost her trust and gained everyone's disappointment in him. And just to dig the knife in her back a little more, he did it all with a kiss to her head and bid goodnight. She took it all with dignity.

            She transformed the day he broke her and he'll be sorry he crossed her. Her light brown locks fall in a different way, hitting the soft light in a room. Her eyes have become livelier and a tad more green. Her skin, no longer breaking out when she gets worked up. She's lost a lot of weight as well, showing off her curves and no longer hiding in baggy sweaters and pants. In short, she's a catch.

           I look up to her more than ever now. She has her plan B and C and D. Hell, she probably has the whole alphabet planned out. She's quick and sharp as a whip. Yet, she still thinks she's the bad guy in this fucked up mess. Little does she know that she's the hero, swooping in to save us everyday. I hope to be half the woman she is when I'm her age.

            If I had to describe this woman in one word it would be rose. Have you ever seen a rose bush when it's pouring outside? It falls like everything in this world saddens and brings it down. But when the sun comes back out, it blooms open and has a beauty no one can deny. The sun has come out and she has bloomed.