Change
Summer cries, autumn whispers,
I bloomed, like spring roses, despite my winters.
One by one, my petals fell,
Enchanted by an eerie spell,
Blown away by violent wind and hailstorms,
But they always grow back in their most delightful forms.
It’s a beautiful change, from seed to rose
The one who had to shed his old shell knows
A change is never easy but is a must,
So fear not what you might become, and in the process, you have to trust.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
