A single red rose stood tall in a field of white flowers. Its beauty traumatizing, it was so much different from everything else I wanted it.
I'm running fast but the closer I try to get towardsit the further away it goes, I turn around given up and heading the otherdirection but the beauty of the rose calls to me. Before I know it I've turnedmy body lunging forward to grab it. M y fingers grasp tightly to rose but bloodspills from my hand as I notice a thorn and then I see. This rose was differentbecause of the blood that was on it. My mother's voice comes down on me, soreal I would've forgotten I was in a dream. Her voice coms down reciting to methose words she told me every night before I went to sleep. you can't see theblood on a red rose. You can't see the pain on a strong girl better yet, awarrior. That's why I named you Rose, are you a strong warrior��6k\�
