An old rose

This is an old rose, decades old. It has seemingly died more times than can be counted.

Then there is new growth, a rebirth, life again:

  “We do this to ourselves don’t we?

Run, as if we can burn off the anger and pain.

Hide, craft shells and excuses, blame others for absence,

then blame ourselves because we are closer at hand.

But some things  don’t die.

They just  get  bruised.

Like love mistreated, rough handled.

Buried in sorrow, wrapped in barbs.

That is this life, is  it not?

Offering these new, fresh leaves, guarded by thorns.

Offering old clichés about roses and love

and your soft eyes and sweet mouth,

the space between dreams and darkness,

between dry, barbed stalks, and tender, fresh leaves

that are hope against a brittle past.”







About michaelstephendaigle

I have been writing most of my life. I am the author of the award-winning Frank Nagler Mystery series. "The Swamps of Jersey (2014); "A Game Called Dead" (2016) -- a Runner-Up in the 2016 Shelf Unbound Indie Author Contest; and "The Weight of Living" (2017) -- First Place winner for Mysteries in the Royal Dragonfly Book Awards Contest.
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