I am a rose to those
With eyes and fingertips.
I touch your soul not just your nose.
I dance in the wind
To show you freedom.
I rise among thorns
To teach you perseverance.
I speak in silence
Of beauty that charms
And end wars
With a touch of poise.
I am a flame to those
whose souls Life made tame.
I am hope to those
whose hearts death took apart.
I am beauty to those
whose minds thought consumed.
I am a rose to those
who stay to watch dew set passion ablaze.
I am love, life’s eternal rose
whose petals rest on time’s calyx
to blossom in dreams.
Hope pollinates me
Truth waters me
Sacrifice nourishes me.
I grow in understanding and die
when you give up fighting.
I am a rose to those who chose
to cherish though destined to perish.
I am life’s truest form:
and change’s uniform
pleated in reform for those
who refuse to conform but to one norm.
I am love a rose who chose
freedom over chaos
I give myself to those
Who believe in “us”!
Catch more of Pasithea Chan with her previous posts here. You can also find her brand of poetry on Facebook.
What an amazing poem. It tells a lot of stories. I feel like I can related myself to this poem.
thank you for appreciating my work and your wonderful feedback. I am glad that you can relate. Have a great day!
Jomar C. Arangco, CIV191, Art Appreciation, Colors, Mx and rule of thirds.