The Rose - Poem by Meghan Lindell
The rose basks in beauty.
Her petals soft and bright.
She has petals upon petals.
Everyone wants to have the rose.
Yet even in her beauty
something lies beneath it all.
Thorns prick out of the stem.
Sharp thorns cling onto her.
Still she manages her beauty.
Although there are thorns
she still rises above.
Through the thorns she grows.
Stubborn and hardy yet soft and gentle.
She's just as you and I are.
We have had thorns put in us.
Thorns from the lies,
the rumors, and the words
people have told us.
She is different though.
Even though the thorns are a
permanent part of her.
She made a choice.
She chose to rise above the thorns.
You see roses often.
Ones that rose above the thorns.
How we all want to be as the rose.
She is content in herself.
She is happy.
Although thorns keep coming at her,
she will rise and conquer them.
Anytime she will rise again.
And each and every time
she grows back stronger
and more beautiful then before.
I wish I were and could be as the rose.
I want to overcome and conquer the thorns.
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