A Withering Rose This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

September 10, 2013
A beautiful rose can have strong roots,
Firmly placed in the ground,
And against all animosity,
It tries not to be pushed around.

A fragile rose bears soft petals,
Very delicate to the touch.
They may be attached to the strongest root,
But alone, they cannot handle much.

A wind or storm may come by,
And knock the flower down.
But without the support from others,
It will not get off the ground.

Once the stem is broken,
Its spirits gone as well.
The flowers will to get back up,
Has been utterly kissed farewell.

All the others try to help,
But never do succeed.
They stop when they get pricked themselves,
And forget the roses needs.

As the time dragged on,
The rose turned red,
Slowly, Slowly
So no one knew it bled.

The rose then shriveled,
In itself enclosed.
And all that was left,
Was a wilting rose.

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tumbleweed This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 22, 2013 at 10:03 am
I love, love, love this poem! I love how you show two sides to the same thing. I feel like there is a lot of symbolism in this poem. Are you the rose? And it is so elegant in its simplicity. Truly beautiful :)
hrj_nikki14 replied...
Sept. 22, 2013 at 10:33 am
Oh thank you so much. That means a lot to me!! The symbolism of the rose is that they cannot live without the help of others. And no, I am not the rose. I have a ... friend, who was, considering something... and I wanted her to know that there will always be people out there to help her, she just needed to be willing to let them help her(:
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