As I Give This Rose
Stepping out the back door, I drift
through fields of grey and day.
Watching the wind with searching
eyes a secret soul takes shape.
Blushing, scared, and silent shy,
a boisterous boy reaches rows of raging
red. A sea of roses, and petals of blood.
Thickets of thorns protecting crowns of love.
The souls of humanity reaching for, and clashing
with each other. And I’m among them.
Searching and shy, soulful and dreamy, I ponder and cry.
For this is life: the joy and war of giving.
Sharing secrets hard with blood and thorns.
Grasping for acceptance we are torn.
Yet still, I reach inside, dreaming.
I pull out my hopes and dreams, and smile.
For as I give this rose I share my soul.
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