I remember when you were a rose;
ruffled then the feathers became;
under the weather you slowly cruised;
the sunshine faded;
and the flower withered.
Life hit hard; it lied, played games,
brought regrettable connections,
and distorted the truth.
You’ve seen and done it all,
you hurt deep and you wept.
It matters not, what life made you;
secure or insecure, complex or modest,
winner or failure, sociable or lonely,
You’re still that stunningly precious diamond;
the rose remained a rose.
That beautiful, smart,
funny, kind, and unique rose
that you once knew
remains hidden
somewhere inside of you.
You hold the power, the strength, and the ability
to search for the sunshine;
that will make bloom
that rose that you once cherished,
loved, and adored.
