Rose Tyson Poems

If you stop running
and turn around,
you'll find the lion
was just the shadow
...

A black rose, I grow
Unsteady and small,
With petals as black as the darkness that surrounds me,
Alone in a field
...

you were my lifeboat
but I needed to be
on the shore and you
were pulling me farther out to sea
...

When people ask how I'm doing
I just shrug my shoulders
because how could I describe this
not-quite heartbreak
...