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That Feeling
THE ROSE
By Branden Rogers
That day the rain fell upon the rose and the drops lightly frosted it's
crimson petals.This, to a point where the sun shone through them
revealing their true beauty. It's leaves were slightly drooping from
the spring rains shower but showed all signs of a healthy green. The thorns
of the flower glistened with a fresh new look and were elegant in every
way. A soft, spring breeze blew across this flowers path and it the
rose stirred ever so slightly. It swayed in a rhythmic motion dancing to
song of the wind letting it fill its soul. The soft waves lifted the petals
ever so slightly and they coressed one another. A shadow crept over the
meadow eating up all of the light. The rose stood alone in the darkness
and began to shiver. It's once happy soul was filled of all sad things.
The darkness though had been the rose's fault for the rose was the one
who let go for the sake of other's in the meadow. From then on the rose
was dull. Soon it began to grow a pale, sickening color in it's leaves.
The once crimson petals were dry and wilting. The rose fought for
happiness but could find none. The fact it's looks were now shattered
as well as it's dreams were not areas to find joy. Struggling to identify
itself as so to prevent this from happening again, it found a fake
happiness and moved on to other things. This satisfied the rose for
many days but then there was another. This time a strange creature roamed by
the rose, eyeing it curiously. It played games with it, sniffing it,
picking at it until the rose returned the actions. This is when the
rose found out the truth. Again the rose was broken, not just emotionally
but now physically. The creature betrayed the rose and broke it in two. The
rose couldn't take it anymore and when ever it thought it couldn't be
worse a heavy cloud of stress pulled into it's life and remained
raining on it forever. No where to run. No more chances. No more life. That day
the rose was crushed by an oncoming traveler and lay forever
motionless, never to sway or live life again. But the question is, did the rose
really live?
