"The Rose"
Once, there was a rose, trapped in a container of glass.
Glass of loneliness, despair,
Broken dreams and desires.
She's been there for a very long time.
Soon, she'll start to wilt, for blocked was the forgiving sunshine.
She also needed water, water of love.
She needed air, whisps of hope.
She needed the warm rays of light, of a new chance.
She needed to be free.
Free,
From her
prison of misery.
But how? If the glass won't let anyone in?
- Isabella Atienza
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Stars Above You
PoetryIt's WW2, and Isabella Atienza is still unable to move on from a harsh break up, and the malevolent memories of the past. She no longer sees light in the world. Her creativity dying alongside this fading hope of happiness. However, she finds refuge...
