The Cold Rose

Shiver in the cold
a live rose feels a bite
that it battles and fights
only to fall in night.
Failing with inaction
they say be brave and mighty;
falling faces as I walk by
the injury tilts me slightly.
Rather than the grips
of all of my vices resolute
restraining me I value
such guidance absolute.
I look into the cold and
see all wickedness grasp
me in the mirror as it
and all hurt I look past.
Wither does a life precious
so grasp can all the cold.
Me I’ll be out at sea adrift
in tears mine I bleed bold.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Your words are always so raw and beautiful, even in darkness.

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    1. Jester says:

      It’s hard to be positive sometimes. Thank you for your words of kindness. 🖤🙏😊

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      1. You’re welcome and trust me when I say that I understand you when you say that it’s hard to be positive sometimes. I understand. I’m here if you ever need someone to talk to, or vent to. Much love to you.

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