Rose
Free Verse Poem by cleareyes.poetry
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Wilting rose it would probably be… If it ever grew at all! but, it just presides there its strength so small! Never blossoming. Nor growing. It so desperately craves the sunlight! Too feel it’s warmth and energy. To soak up the rain and sprout into serenity. But it’s grounded. Stumped Cemented, Stuck! But it so wants to burst forth and wield the air! But it sits there! The sun comes and goes and the Moon phases often. The water flows… but never to the seed! Rooted in the ground to stay— Never to be found just left to decay… But, maybe one day it will rise and experience the light and become a beautiful Rose in an expanding field of flowers!
cleareyes.poetry is part of the LGBTQ and has struggled with identity their entire life. From being mentally ill to being kicked out of places, they called home! They’ve searched for love in all the wrong places, not knowing it was always inside of them! cleareyes.poetry tried to be perfect for others and never tried it for themselves… and even they couldn’t be perfect! No such thing.
Dear clear.eyes: The e-mail I read just before receiving your touching poem posed this question: Are you willing to disappoint others to show up for yourself? That question was personally very thought provoking, and now your poem urges me further to meditate on those ways in which I manage to abandon the self. Beautifully done, and I thank you.
For some reason this makes me think of this: Is it better to be stuck as as child in innocence, never grow up...? Or is it preferred to mature into an adult and go through experience when the eyes are opened to the reality of the world an we grow older and decay? Good read!