Bound to darkness,
she suffered the wrongs
that chained her tight
to endless misery.
With bloodied tears
her heart turned to stone,
she would stay
forever alone,
unable to trust the
fleeting eyes that tried
to save her.
Scars, broken wings,
she was wrecked beyong repair
and yet
kind eyes freed that shattered soul,
healed, nurtured the young girl inside,
brought to life the love behind her eyes.
With caring hands
he melted her chains,
softened her heart
and let the blossom bloom
into the beauty it had hidden inside.
Deserted in its wasteland
the decaying flower had once wept
but the gentle winds, sun and waters
soon save the blossom from the depths
that held it so.
Though painful and draining
the flower raised its head,
its dying petals became vibrant
then burst with life in the end.
Regards to that flower and words
that healed her soul -
it healed its blackened, dying form
and was given life it never had.
Author notes
Aw, this so sucks, so really badly. <.< Gradually got worse and worse *pouts*
A contest entry
- the rose that grew from concrete by hungermuncher.
367 points, ended May 22, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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this doesnt suck its good well done best of luck in my contest j
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thank you very much and good luck with the judging.
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dude! this does totally not suck!! it is really good! really really good!
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aw, thank you hun
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