Black Rose Poem by Rose Tyson

A black rose, I grow
Unsteady and small,
With petals as black as the darkness that surrounds me,
Alone in a field
Where many flowers once grew,
But I chased them away with my thorns.

But when I think of these things,
I just look to the horizon,
Where sun reaches out
With her golden fingers,
Giving me the hope
That I need to grow,
So that one day I'll be strong and proud,
And the other flowers will return to the meadow.