Like a Rose....
Faltering often in trepidation of wise words
feelings of standing on life's precipice
tightrope is ready, but she's frozen with fear
there may be a moment, when the mind is clear
Backed up now against this fateful moment
no where to run now, no place to hide in
misunderstood often, by those who don't know her
to intense and enquiring shows her demeanour
More elusive she should be, and oft been told
with nuances of envy, life it be fickle
emulation of her, to draw in accolades
saddens the heart, and brings rolling tears
Honesty from her, like a waterfall flows
if this is her flaw, then she'll flow continually
so much fear and uncertainty that lays deep within
trying so hard for it not to be seen.
Walked and trampled over, time and again,
yet the soft side of her, like a rose is apparent,
broken winged now, she cannot take flight
but her inner strength still so obvious and bright.
How many more jibes can her heart really take
before it's too much, a little to late
will thought be evoked now, before a mocking remark,
passing a comment, to destroy and cut her apart.
Copyright Elga B
August 2004 - all rights reserved