FULCRUM OF A ROSE

FULCRUM OF A ROSE Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. in dawn’s quiet hush morning dew clings to petals the fulcrum, the fragrance of the rose, lies here. ‘tis the scent of nature’s breath, a bouquet created when earth and light harmonize in silence. in siren song of morning dew the fulcrum, the fragrance of the soul lies here. ‘tis the scent of God’s breath, a festoon created when body and soul harmonize~ in silence. ‘tis the lightness of being, a balance created from the weight of unspoken truths. ‘tis hidden in the strength of vulnerability, a rising tide born of resilience where every tear becomes a river of wisdom. ‘tis pausing, seeking peace in the smaller things— a fleeting breeze, a rustling leaf, searching for understanding in quiet, sunlit beams. ‘tis not a place, but a journey a constant seeking like the rose’s petals, a gentle unfolding. breathe deeply, smell the fragrance within, for amid one's thorns and beauty lies the sacred garden, the fulcrum of one's soul. *Note to contest sponsor: When I ran my poem through an AI checker, it showed this poem was AI generated. It was not! I'm upset with the AI results. I place this poem in your hands for a decision. Thank you for reading and considering my words.