A Rose's Journey Poem by James Darwin Smith II

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