Compromising essence
A rose tattered by the wind
Crying for the purity of silence
As the air screams in chaos
Forcing itself into gullibility
The rose flies off
High into the hectic skies
Still all together
Yet, Going every which direction
Going further and further away from home
Cries of the skies fall down
Laden to the rose's grief
Fighting with the wind for control
Never giving up
Till the rose is with one's icy grasp
The petals of the rose each fall off
One only remains
The wind and the sky give up
The rose is now nothing to them
The rose falls
On barren grounds of uninhabited dreams
Nothingness fills the air
Stuck upon dreaded misery
Fighting and fighting
In-between giving up or going on
A battle of emotions rage on
Till the rose finally finds peace
Realizing the essence of her strength was always there
Torn beyond oblivion
The rose arises and stands strong
Another petal grows
Thorns sharper than ever before
The wind stops
Clouds all disappear
Sun arrives to greet this rebirth
And help mend the rose into better days ahead
All petals grow back
Flawed, yet more durable than ever before
This rose living in harmony
More confidence than ever before
Gullibility was forced to fit in
Thought her past surroundings would love her more
But they just took and took away
Till she was too weak to stay
But now, there she is
Surrounded by other roses and other flowers
Trees ever so tall and gallant
Grass greener than she has ever seen
Accepted and loved
The rose has found her true home
No more compromising for her
Everything is full of vibrancy
Positivity every which direction
If a younger rose drifts her way
She will do what she can to help it mend
Even if it means giving some of her own petals away
Compromising with essential grace
Only to those fighting to earn their keep
With good intentions and unconditional love
Always balancing selves with others needs
The essence of a gallant rose
Always blooms in the time of grace
This brace rose has finally earned her place
In the paradise that shines ever so beautifully
This haven is the utopia
That will always shine in a thriving heaven eternally
In the spirit of the rose, the rose has finally come home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely, i can get the words and imagination, and believe or not James, it kinda remind me about my past poem-Desert Rose..but the way you write it is somewhere bigger than the ocean :)