i took care of a rose once.
she was soft and beautiful,
as roses should be.
she was proud of her crimson petals,
as roses should be.
every day i took time to water her,
give her enough sunlight.
i talked to her, in hopes that she would know how much i loved her.
one day, after she had grown quite a lot,
i went to visit her.
i sat beside her to watch the sunset,
and i must've come too close.
my finger bled, a small pinprick of blood.
her thorn had pierced me.
in the fading light, i saw her through clouded eyes,
and i saw my rose,
sweet and innocent,
but also i saw the thorns she harbored
underneath her crimson petals.
YOU ARE READING
sonder
Poetry70 days of summer 70 poems of sonder (might also include a photo i took on the day of writing the poem)
