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Rose PetalTrapped in this cell,
Lost alone in the darkness,
The only light from the small window,
Too high to reach,
I sit and cry.
Through the window,
I can see the light.
The bright blue sky,
And the soft fluffy clouds.
My hope builds up,
And I can believe in
Again being free.
I try to run, to reach the window,
To go out into the light.
But as I try to close that last inch,
Between me and freedom,
The bonds yank me back,
And I fall.
The chains grow tighter,
And my hope dies yet again.
I recede back to the pain,
And the lonliness; back to the corner.
I can hear laughter outside.
The breeze comes in, gently caressing my skin.
The bright sunshine calls to me.
It makes me yearn for freedom.
I want to try again; try to be free,
But the chain reminds me that I can't.
So I sit, and close my eyes against the tears,
Against the memories of being able to laugh.
I see flower petals fly up,
And fall back down.
I can hear a little girl laughing.
The petals fly up again.
Suddenly, a breeze blows a single rose petal
Into my cell.
The petal drifts towards me,
And lands near my feet.
Cautiously, with great care,
I pick it up.
It felt so different from the hard, cold metal chains
That bound me.
So different from the cold concrete walls that
Surrounded me.
It was soft, silky, and smooth.
It was beautiful, and smelled so sweet.
It reminded me of the past, of gentler times of happiness.
A tear fell onto the petal,
And I began to panic.
I hurridly tried to dry it....
And it ripped in two.
More tears fell.
It was broken.
I had broken the rose petal.
I wanted to repair it.
I looked around,
But there was only emptiness.
I carefully tucked the two pieces
Into my pocket, taking great care
Not to hurt it anymore.
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I could hear laughter outside,
And suddenly petals flew into the air.
Thoughtfully, I pulled out the broken petal,
Now dead, and gently, lovingly, touched it.
But I knew that it was the petal's time to go.
I crept as close to the window as I could.
I gently raised the two pieces of the petal,
And whispered a soft goodbye.
Then, I gently blew it out the window.
I would miss the petal, and the memories
It had brought.
I would miss the softness and gentleness,
Different from this empty cell.
But in my heart, I knew it was time to let go.
I also knew that one day, another petal would come.
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deathrose-of-love's journal
This journal is mostly just to post poems that i've made, or whatever comes into my head to write about.
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