Beauty Before Pride
- Why so fragile and easy to break?
- Your beauty is always noticed
- but you still remain unseen.
- Filled in your garden you are surrounded by weeds,
- waiting to be picked and placed in a rich soil
- but never touched.
- Scared that beyond your beauty,
- you are seen as nothing greater than your looks.
- A poor rose left alone, to rotten as days pass.
- Storms pass, seasons change, the garden remains untouched
- but the rose still stands.
- Days pass, two pedals left, no longer looks the same.
- Many of the pedals lay on a solid surface no longer carried by her.
- Her strength is lost, petals fall
- She lets go of the soil, no longer wants to stand anymore.
- Eyes shut, Shadow rose before her,
- lifted to examine the swollenness,
- carefully placed in a new beginning.
- Storms pass, seasons change, and looking at her once again,
- a beautiful, bright life, rare and hard to find.
- Not her beauty to be amazed by,
- but to watch the growth within the rose that could never be spoken.
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