Amongst the midnight sky
I stare at a rose as it dies
Its petals are torn and bruised
bright red shade faded
Once she was that rose
Broken and bruised
She was a caged bird
Silence being her best friend
Scars decorated her skin
with stitches to its glory
She was fragile and delicate
A mere prey to the savage
Her life, a sorrowful melody
Written by melancholy
Yet, when I stare into the night sky
I knew it will be daytime soon
When I hear her wrathful cries
When I see her fighting her inner demons,
When those petals turned lush and red,
I knew that the rose began to rise.
—Sushmitha
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Brave (A poetry collection)
PoetryThis is my journey. My metamorphosis into something new, wild and free. These are verses of self love, self acceptance, introspection, mindfulness, heartache and healing. The verses that kept hope alive in my darkest moments. #1 in depressionhelp (1...
