The Rose Still Stands Poem by Kerri White

I dismiss the pollen surrounding my eyes
as I stand in silence-my fingers contaminated with beauty.
A garden of eyeful amazements-
judging me not with their minds.

In an absence of daisies, the roses are evolving,
yet there's one in the middle
that withers with time.

Broken by the winds
and the sun that searches every petal,
the life has left with wisdom,
yet the rose still stands.

I know who I love
yet I don't know who I am.
I'm torn with intimidation,
yet the rose still stands.

(11 August 2002)