in a field of dandelions,
you are a beautiful black rose.
and dandelions are
gorgeous, of course,
but they cannot even begin to
compare to your beauty.
you are the type of stunning
that makes people drop
their mouths in amazement
and stop whatever they
are doing to watch you move.
your petals are a bit torn,
but some find that adoring.
you have been replanted more times
than you or I can count –
dug up, shredded to pieces,
stomped on repeatedly
and eaten by wild animals.
but you always seem to
re-bloom in the same place.
people admire you,
and you do not even know it.
you are unaware of how many
lose their breath when they see you –
a dark face of black
inside a sea of bright,
nauseating yellow and white –
and come to a halt,
just to look at you for a moment or two.
you have no clue how many
have walked up to you
and tried to pluck you from the ground
and have pricked their
fingers on your thorns
because the amount of
beauty you possess
causes them to forget
that roses have thorns.
they see how gorgeous you are,
and they choose to erase
the fact of the flower itself
and its thorns’ –
your thorns’ –
existence.
you captivate them.
you poke them without
realizing what you are doing –
it’s not like you have a choice
to be the way you are
and to have those thorns.
it’s not like you enjoy
bringing pain to those
who adore you.
but it happens anyways.
it happens because you are a rose,
and roses have thorns.
it’s almost like a defense mechanism.
like the rest of you knew
the hurt that was to come,
so it grew thorns to protect itself.
or either it was exhausted
from being plucked from its home,
and so, it is preventing
any others from doing it again.
your thorns are your
only form of staying safe –
of keeping your beautiful
petals barricaded.
they have been your wall,
and they will continue to be
until someone gentle
enough comes along
and asks you if you are okay
with them cutting your thorns off –
until someone is soft with you
and has your permission
to tear those walls down.
because without your thorns,
you are vulnerable.
and the last time you allowed yourself
to be vulnerable,
someone tore you apart
and took every ounce
of your beauty for themselves.
This post was so out of the ordinary for you! I am surprised with how much I enjoyed and really related to this piece. Nice post!
This feels immensely sincere which I greatly appreciated.
I really loved this poem, i told you this already in person but it needs to be stated again and again about how much i love this. Its honestly amazing, reading it gave me such a sense of calm that it was almost lucid. The emotion in this piece is so evident in every word and detail that it’s very obvious that this means a lot to you. Which is really nice to read, thanks for bringing this into the world.