The Rose That Grew

A small step forward

A little too close

Beautiful rose admired

Not like most

I may see

The dark side

But to what degree?

I only hide

Between the trees

Within the hole

Behind the debris

I roll

Down the broken path

Of hurt and nothingness

Past the bloodbath

Of unattractiveness

Too close to fear

Of the unknown

Too close

But I'm alone

I cannot hear

The cries for help

But they are near

I cannot yelp

A small rose

Lost in a fear

Scared it will decompose

Slowly it disappears

Within the broken heart of many

A small seed awaits its time

There are plenty

Slowly it climbs

To the rose that grew Within

The broken hearts of many

With broken skin

And thorns we cannot see