The Rosebush
Inspired by Cling, by Jonterri Gadson

In the midst of the murky brown                                                       of the trees and leaves.
soil and dead leaves who                                                                   Struggling to survive

once thrived in the                                                                            yet the color still remains
beauty of the garden,                                                                         and our love still thrives

a part of Eden still                                                                             like the strength of the delicate
remained in the red glow of the                                                        petal fighting the thorn.

rosebush. It’s petals,
soft, vibrant, warm. Clinging

to life through
strong roots, drowning

in darkness with
out life and shine.

The roses are held up and
fed through thin twigs providing

life to the dainty petals and
nourishing them with protection.

Our love is the rosebush.
Our love is the hope

evaporating off its thorns
toward the morbid veins