The Rose


By Emily Korth

No longer weighed down

The bridge has been crossed

Lead back from nowhere but lost

Driven far away from this egocentric town.

The smudged ink lingers more than just a noun

Proven to live undefeated eliminating the cost

As the crinkled messages have become tossed

The princess still dances in her gown

For she now sees herself in the reflection

As the demons that dwelled inside have been slain

Solution by the moving as she sways.

Life has overcome the rejection

As the drooping petals have not lain

For she, the rose, will not wilt in such a way.


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