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The Roses

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0 posted 12-29-1999 09:07 PM       View Profile for Astraea   Email Astraea   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Astraea

They say we are individuals
I say that they are wrong
They say we are each our own person
I say that may not be so
They say I'm a loner
And I can say nothing

Walking aroung, tirelessly aching
Smiling a smile that never touches my heart
Laughing a laugh that never reaches my spirit
And living a life I was loathe to live
They say I was morbid
Who are they to judge?

I saw her crying, face buried in her hands
I felt my compassion rising, despite what I knew
So I walked over, like the ghost of contentment I was
And asked her what was wrong
They say that I take advantage
What do they ever know?

She sobbed and stumbled, blushing her confusion
I laughed a true laugh and saw her smile softly
Trembling like a rabbit in the sight of a lone wolf
She told me the story
They say I never listen
But when are they ever there?

Her heart was bleeding, her life shattered
She didn't want to go on living since there was nothing in her life
She burbled and cried, tears falling down her face
Telling me she would refuse to listen to anything I would say
They say I have no heart
Why would they even care?

I looked at her strangely and she waited for some contempt
For surely I would condemn her thoughts of surrendering without a fight
But I smiled at her, if a bit sadly
And said to her

"How can you think that you could leave this place now?
What right do you have to steal yourself away from people who love you?
For if we stopped at every thorn
We would never reach the roses."

She looked at me in shock, the anguish slowly leaving
And before she could say a word, I left
The breeze whispering forever in my ear: thank you
The next day she was there, smiling proudly and strong
I know she will cry again, she told me later,
But she would never forget the time I told her
That she would never reach the true beauty life had
If she stopped for every pit
And then she handed me a rose and called me a name I did not expect
It was sweet, soft and thrilling
The word was friend

They say I am morbid
Maybe this is true
They say that I take advantage
Perhaps they have not seen
They say I never listen
And that I have no heart
Well I say that I was merely waiting
Until I can see the roses

 "Sometimes stars can only be seen in darkness."

"Sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things."

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1 posted 12-29-1999 09:20 PM       View Profile for Eloise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Eloise

And a very good friend you were.  Nice poem Astraea.
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2 posted 12-29-1999 10:11 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Very beautiful!


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In the space between moments

3 posted 12-29-1999 10:35 PM       View Profile for Alwye   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alwye

Wow, this one really touched my heart.  It reminds me very much of someone I know and am glad to call my friend.  Exellent work.  

 *Krista Knutson*

~*Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack,
Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare,
Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water,
Let me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam.*~ Hymn Of Buddha

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4 posted 12-30-1999 05:41 AM       View Profile for Echo Rhayne   Email Echo Rhayne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Echo Rhayne

This is very sweet!

 ~*~ Hell is not a place of fire and a devil with a tail and horns. But a place of torment because the light of God is gone. To escape this, accept the blood of Jesus Christ! ~*~

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