The Screaming of the Virgin Rose

There is nothing more devastating than a child who loses his/her innocence too soon. Please read about this girl, this child, this once pure rose. Feel free to comment and tell me what you think.

A nothing little knot, both nude and unknown,

rose to the surface as the sun shone.

She suckles its rays like a baby does its mother,

but other than the sun, she knows no other.

 

She finds bliss in her ignorance,

which is peaceful in effect.

She is like the ripples in a pond,

both diligent and direct.

 

The solemn spring

gives forth beautiful things

untarnished and impoverished like

the diamonds of a ring,

but the virgin rose enters a bitter hour.

 

The pressures of the rain are too strong for such a flower.

Her petals wither and her roots sour

as she hears herself,

her thoughts, her screams,

her heart, her plea,

her voice, and her dreams.

 

She feels her pain, her hurt, no gain.

She blames herself, and lives in shame.

Her inner sweet has been poisoned painfully.

Her inner heat has been hardened heinously.

Lilacs listen and berries bow

To what was once a Virgin’s vow.

 

She has now experienced what

cannot be undone.

She was raped and left

with nowhere to run.

 

She is only a child,

and no one knows.

Her innocence has been stolen,

and it no longer shows.

 

Unaware of adolescent anguish,

And between deeper demons, she cannot distinguish.

She sits in horror with screams of sorrow,

And a fierce fear of what comes tomorrow.

To her, out my heart goes.

I weep for this girl,

this child, this once pure rose.

 

Author's Note

I hope you guys enjoy. Please feel free to comment.

Reviews

[Heather]

can't say I enjoyed this because of what it was about, however poetically it was outstanding, the images you created were perfect, it was hard to read only because it is a child and the issue of rape. The ending is just done perfectly, you expressed her emotions, the battle within of coming to terms with what happened to her innocence so well. I weep for her as well.

[James Tyler]

Thank you so much Heather!!!

[Sirius King]

Wow Powerful Message!
This is a really great write...i look forward to reading more

[James Tyler]

Thank you! I really appreciate it.

[Sirius King]

np :-)

[Fashell]

I am actually speechless after reading that. Would you believe that I actually stopped breathing at one point while reading this? I have to say, you have a great talent there. The way you orchestrate the words to form such a vivid imagery, is amazing. I’ve dreamed to write like that. You definitely seem to be connected to the subject, the character for that matter. I can’t to wonder if this piece is actually about a real person whom you know. It’s obvious the message means something to you. I also think that you have shared this person’s pain; that you were there for them. I simply adore this piece for many reasons for which I won’t go through. But yeah, keep writing and sharing. Your words are touching. They can really allow someone to travel with you. KUDOS to you! Great work!

[James Tyler]

Thank you sooo much! You made my day with your comment. I did write this years ago after a good friend confided with me about a certain experience in her childhood. I was young. I had never heard of anything like that happening to someone I knew and cared for. I felt helpless because I couldn't take the memory of it from her, so I put my frustration to paper. Thanks for reading!!!

[The Refined Poet]

ok, this is first of all, a well-constructed, crafted poem. It demonstrates beautiful sadness. The imagery is flawless. My favorite line is, "Lilacs listen and berries bow
To what was once a Virgin’s vow." nicely done.... can't wait to read more...

[James Tyler]

Thanks for your comment! It means a lot.

[Sami Khalil]

Just a comment sir... Nice poem... Thank you for sharing...

[James Tyler]

Thank you for reading, Sami!!! I really appreciate your comment.

[Sami Khalil]

You are quite welcome....