Roses and Chains

The softness of the petal, the prick of the thorn.  The fragrance of sheer beauty.  A symbol of love, friendship, death.

They hold wonder for some, fear for others Either way, strong memories. 

Memories that eventually fade into chains.

  Chains forged by decisions made with the mind and heart of a child.

Chains held by the unwillingness to move on, to let go.

Chains held by the stubborn who refuse to forgive, or be forgiven.

We all have roses.

We all have chains.

Where do yours lie?

By Carol
April 2000

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