Like a Rose
Like A Rose
Like a rose growing in a pile of dirt,
Beauty can grow through a mound of hurt.
Outside soil can’t penetrate,
A filthy soul filled with hate.
Open up your petals wide,
Allow the sunshine to come inside.
Breathe in the cleansing air,
Drink the rain that forms a tear.
Proudly stand all alone.
Like the perfect rose that you’ve grown.
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.
