Like the Breathless Rose
I feel like a wilted, straight cut rose
taken from my garden with a quick snip.
Displayed in the aura and heat of a stage
beauty and bouquet are a burden.
Breathless, I long for normal, to be myself again.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2025
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