The rose that manage to grow
from something so ugly is just
breath taking
To sit there and stare at something
so beautiful making sure nothing harms it
Or damage its bright green petals
to watch something thats surrounded by the blood and death of our
Hands and still come out pure and clean is breath taking
To just touch it and wash your dirty hands free of the
hurt you feel
Free of the insane you feel
To just wash your dirty hands free
To see the rose open its beauty apond us and grace us in it
to feel the tears race down my pain struck face and be rid of the sorrow once my eyes fell
apond it
Its just breath taking
To hear the rose sing out
To tell me
Your long sorrow road is at its end
To wash your hands free of the dirt
To no longer feel the weight of hurt over my weaking heart
To no longer seek the painful nights
But seek the beauty and love in each petal of the rose
To huddle yourself in its beauty is breath taking
To find power and understanding in something thats in a place such as this
Is breath taking
The rose that grow from something so ugly is
just breath taking.