This poem is dedicated to Chevelle Behar. Thanks for being different, thanks for being unique, thanks for being you. And thanks for helping me be me. You'll always be my Black Rose.
In the distance, a raging fire sweeps through the luscious,
forested valley far below, devouring and consuming all in its path.
Further along the way, a lone rose bush stands before the vast
burning wall of destruction.
Its limbs are strong and littered with long razor sharp thorns.
The petals are bright r