The Rose
She trembles at his touch.
Retracting like a snake ready to bite.
Only she isn't mad
She is scared.
But she longs for your touch.
The touch of kindness
The touch of love
She wishes she could tell you
But she is afraid you will walk away.
Your soft hand of love on her back
Comforting her. As a mother would
For a child. Your gentle kiss on her
Cheek. It just means something big
To her. Knowing that someone loves her.
Someone besides the obligated parties.
She is drawn to you like a fish to the sea.
Caressing its every move with gentle, kind
Waters. Even with a storm the fish is safe
In the soft and gentle lull of her
Sufficient arms. You are her rose
In the dry desert and her moon in the
Darkest of nights. You light her way
To better days. And seem to make
Her feel alive. Your hand gently
Placed upon her cheek lifting her eyes
To meet yours. So she can see that
She is loved by a fortress of power.
A goddess of night
An angel of the light.
You are her sanctuary
And her escape.
You have become her most mighty embrace
Her everlasting chase
And her enduring race.
But when she sees you have not moved
And you are still there when she has cried
Her last tears and calmed all her fears.
She runs to you, and your embrace
Reminds her that she is home.
She is safe. She is loved
And someone cares. One touch
Has given her the power to write,
To speak, and to think for herself.
And when she trips and falls, she
Will look up into the face of a gentle
Woman with a soft complexion, whose
Arms are there to help her up and hold
Her, and she will feel that embrace
One more. You are her candle in the
Window of that underground railroad.
You are her mosses that brought her
Out of slavery. You are the one she vows to never hurt.
You are that divine intervention
Your actions of kindness have made
Her blossom into someone she
Never thought she could be.
And because of you she is willing
To change. Willing to forget the
Past. Live for the future. You have
Taught her that she can not
Control the actions of the world
And can't carry the world on
Her shoulders. You have taught
Her that it is OK to be happy.
All you have taught her so far has
Made her into more than the
World would let her be, she
Was only a child and
World looked down at her.
She was only seven and
The men looked down upon
Her. She was only thirteen
And everyone looked up to her.
She fell into the world's game
Of charades and ended with
Something she never wanted.
The world told her who to be
How to dress
And not to eat.
It taught her that thin is beauty
And that life is not worth living.
The world said she was ugly
So she didn't eat
They said she was quiet
But no one knew what she hid
Under her sleeves.
She fell into a dark
Depression and in a
Black and white silent
Picture world
There began to be
Brilliant and vibrant
Colors, and indescribable
Music. Then a red rose
Appeared and there you were.
Like a child asleep on a
Petal. You gave her strength
And something she
Had never had before.
You gave her hope
To endure life and live again.
Retracting like a snake ready to bite.
Only she isn't mad
She is scared.
But she longs for your touch.
The touch of kindness
The touch of love
She wishes she could tell you
But she is afraid you will walk away.
Your soft hand of love on her back
Comforting her. As a mother would
For a child. Your gentle kiss on her
Cheek. It just means something big
To her. Knowing that someone loves her.
Someone besides the obligated parties.
She is drawn to you like a fish to the sea.
Caressing its every move with gentle, kind
Waters. Even with a storm the fish is safe
In the soft and gentle lull of her
Sufficient arms. You are her rose
In the dry desert and her moon in the
Darkest of nights. You light her way
To better days. And seem to make
Her feel alive. Your hand gently
Placed upon her cheek lifting her eyes
To meet yours. So she can see that
She is loved by a fortress of power.
A goddess of night
An angel of the light.
You are her sanctuary
And her escape.
You have become her most mighty embrace
Her everlasting chase
And her enduring race.
But when she sees you have not moved
And you are still there when she has cried
Her last tears and calmed all her fears.
She runs to you, and your embrace
Reminds her that she is home.
She is safe. She is loved
And someone cares. One touch
Has given her the power to write,
To speak, and to think for herself.
And when she trips and falls, she
Will look up into the face of a gentle
Woman with a soft complexion, whose
Arms are there to help her up and hold
Her, and she will feel that embrace
One more. You are her candle in the
Window of that underground railroad.
You are her mosses that brought her
Out of slavery. You are the one she vows to never hurt.
You are that divine intervention
Your actions of kindness have made
Her blossom into someone she
Never thought she could be.
And because of you she is willing
To change. Willing to forget the
Past. Live for the future. You have
Taught her that she can not
Control the actions of the world
And can't carry the world on
Her shoulders. You have taught
Her that it is OK to be happy.
All you have taught her so far has
Made her into more than the
World would let her be, she
Was only a child and
World looked down at her.
She was only seven and
The men looked down upon
Her. She was only thirteen
And everyone looked up to her.
She fell into the world's game
Of charades and ended with
Something she never wanted.
The world told her who to be
How to dress
And not to eat.
It taught her that thin is beauty
And that life is not worth living.
The world said she was ugly
So she didn't eat
They said she was quiet
But no one knew what she hid
Under her sleeves.
She fell into a dark
Depression and in a
Black and white silent
Picture world
There began to be
Brilliant and vibrant
Colors, and indescribable
Music. Then a red rose
Appeared and there you were.
Like a child asleep on a
Petal. You gave her strength
And something she
Had never had before.
You gave her hope
To endure life and live again.