Rose

Walking down a path in the woods,
A whisper calls to me
'Come, this way,
Come, find your truth here'
A mirror stands in front of me,
I nearly turn away in fear
I instantly knew,
Knew this path would lead somewhere dark,
Dark inside my own mind, my heart, my soul
Would I face myself?
Or run away?
I step forward, touch the mirror
I step through, and I'm afraid
I stand alone,
On the edge of a garden,
My garden,
And a tear falls from my eye
Leaves blow in the cold wind,
Cracked steps form a circle,
And flowers, bushes and trees are on the inside
All brown,
Dry and wilted
The sky is grey,
The trees bare
Four pathways lead to the center,
And slowly, one foot in front of the other,
I make my way there
A single rose,
In the dirt
The petals fell long ago
I fall to my knees,
My heart full of anguish
I cry
The tears fall,
Fall onto the rose
I close my eyes,
Knowing this was my fault
I felt something stirring in my heart,
And open my eyes
And there,
In front of me,
A single red rose stands,
Full and perfct in every way