An Open Rose
Out of darkness, into light,
A vine supports me as I fight
For existence, as a bud
Shaped and warmed by nature’s love,
Unaware and unprepared…
I feel the rain and sun and air,
Feed my hunger as I grow,
Into what I do not know.
A transformation has begun,
I’m drawn open by the sun,
Velvet petals on display,
One by one they fall away.
An open rose, I never closed
I loved myself in nature’s way.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2015
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