Jenna520 Posted April 4, 2012 Report Share Posted April 4, 2012 The Garden Of PainJust outside your back door Exists The garden of pain.Twisting thorns and weeds galoreWhere a rose tries to flourish in vain.Stunted by the darkened gloomThat blocks all source of hope.The rose finds herself struggling to bloomIn this place where it's difficult to cope.Before she opens to revealHer beaufiful scarlet face.Her velvet petals start to pealFrozen in their place.Determined to thrive amoung the painShe tries with all her might.With nothing to lose everything to gainShe see's a light in sight.She stretches high bypassing the gloomHer petals taking form.Her petaled face being torn thorn by thornAs the weeds start to swarm.Weaving through the twisted messTo finally reach that place.She looks at the dangers a little lessDetermined to reveal her face.Finally, alas, she breaks through it allThriving in the sun.Above the thorns and rampant weeds she is standing tallFar from where she begun.Though her petals are with damaged endsAnd her stem slightly off set.In the sunlight she slowly mendsFrom the dangers she had met.You'll look outside and see this roseTattered from a fight.Amoung the mess, she's been stowedWhere she has to fight with all her might.Don't let her defects take awayFrom the beauty that she holds.It's not her fault she was planted this way,Where she faces her daily scolds.Underneath the tattered petals and scarsIs a forgotten and loving soul.Bringing beauty from afarTo that shadowed place where thorns control.Judge not by the wounds she bearsOr the surroundings with which she's stuck.Because through this mess, she has fairedWaiting to be plucked. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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