| Numb... There a rose stands in a vase Crimson are its petals Long green stem flows from the bloom Sunlight glistens on small water drops Reaching me, its sweet aroma wraps me in pleasant flavor There a hand to take it from a vase A hand to hold it near me Its scent enfolds me in embrace There a hand to hold the stem and trace my face with its petals; so soft and lovely There a hand to hold the stem and pluck a petal from it Gazing on, not expecting, no reaction from me at all Another petal falls like a feather from the hand of man A shudder passes through my mind Lie petal one and petal two as petal three falls to the floor A cringe escapes me; breathing deeply Two more petals break from the stem and float upon the air Shake and tremble, afraid of what might happen Another gentle petal, graceful to the end Crying in fear and sadness, tears breaking over curves of a face...my face Seventh petal leaves his hand A plead to cease forms on my tongue and passes through my lips On the eighth, to my knees I fall and sobs break from my broken cages Left alone, I cry until no more tears leave my eyes Passing seasons and bitterness Another hand to take a rose A fear blooms in my heart A petal, broken from the stem, drifts in scarlet beauty Shudder, cringe; fear flows in deep red trails On and on this does continue Emotions like daggers and pain - release One last hand to grip a stem I leave, small petals no longer my concern Rocking back and forth missing things I no longer can have Cathy 12-9-03 |