The Rose

by Being True Like a seed I am trying to grow into the flower that can show y outer and inner me I am the stem. I am the petal. I am the Rose. My outer beauty stuns those in my presence regardless of the colors that I may be showing. through my existence, independently, I realize that it's hard in this life but it's worth staying around for and when I serve my purpose my petals break down. One by one until the only thing left is the stem that kept me up with care. I'm sad to leave but When I see the smile of the recipient of my presence I am filled with pride.