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| Bruised Beauty |
| In the middle of a beautiful green prairie, Stands a single lonely blue rose, More beautiful than all the fairies, Yet so much pain in life she knows. The wind only increases the burdens she carries, But gorgeous always, her petals never close. Alone she stands to take on the world, Everyday, pelted by the weather, She's stood as strong as she possibly could, But after the last storm her strength is that of a feather. She longs to feel the warm sun rays, The things of which fill her dreams, Back when happiness consumed her days, These feelings of pleasure, as far away as they seem. But tall and proud she stands with all her might, Her petals blue and bruised but always radiant, Saying a prayer, she'll never give up the fight, With battle scars and her stem so slightly bent, She's going to be alright as she shines ever so bright. Wrapped now in barbwire, she prepares for the next storm, Refusing to get hurt yet again, Proud while protective gives her new form, Learning the lesson while holding the pain, Constant reminders are the petals that were torn, But next time she'll be ready for the rain. -M. Bush NOTICE: All works expressed herein are the sole property of Melinda Bush. Any pieces removed from this site must be with the expressed permission of the author. |
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