you left me -
empty, desolate.
never would i have thought
this hollow soul
could bring forth life.
not after the destruction
you wrought.
yet the roses growing in my lungs
remind me to speak sweetly,
and breathe life;
they whisper reassurance and kind words.
and i never forget this lesson
because every time i go to open my mouth,
i feel your thorns in my sides,
catching on my ribs.
even the sweetest voice can turn sharp,
you made me aware of what i had inside
and insured i always choose good.
