A Blue Rose
Half wilted, Half healthy there was a blue rose, thinking her outburst will never be heard amongst these cloudbursts. Her roots were frail like the planted fresh, Her head was down like the sickly worn, every drop of rain that fell upon her petal seemed too heavy to tackle. Bleeding stems & torn leaves, endured their best from cease. Just in the moment to give up, I decided to come up, and talked as her inner voice. "Remember who you are?" Ages back, Ages old, you were a blue rose seeded in a filthy land. Grown-up much unaware, of how your close shadows were. Even with fear, you fought with two deadly daffodils, Even while uncertain, you decided to outgrow them. You remember? You outgrew them! Caught amidst the oleanders, you still remained a blue rose that you are, as you are. You remember? You remained as you are! Did you really forget? How much you wept, the nights you wept, pretending as a ...