Blossoming of the Rose

As I deal with ill attitude again Knowing full well he could have died Sun shines still, though feel icy pouring rain Now put on the fragrance of perfume outside Experience pain inside where puddles stood Hidden within loving heart things not seen Long once more~escape to the wild woods Where letting loose a scream~sobs inbetween Screams trapped inside the house would raise the eaves Unless those screams and sobs tied with thick twine Or maybe tied with last year's pruning of vine Release can't carry feelings on shirt sleeve Somehow will heal be much better come spring When the pale pink rose will be blossoming