A Rose Is Not A Rose
The Rose and the Thorn…
A rose has thorns as do we,
grown for protection.
show respect, those thorns draw blood.
I see roses in flower shops
stripped of life
stripped of thorns, stripped of protection,
but they aren’t right…an aura of sadness surrounds them.
Easier to handle I grant you…
their feistiness is missing,
their natural beauty diminished.
They aren’t the same fascinating rose one admires in a garden
In a vase, petals droop, colours fade.
Admired only while their freshness lasts
But nurtured, loved…thorns and all;
Don’t try to change me…a rose without thorns is no rose at all.
©️ Louise Owen