Thursday, September 19, 2024

Fragile

He tried to hold her,
but she was tangled in thorns,
a rose that learned long ago
to keep delicate petals
hidden behind jagged leaves
shaped like loneliness.

She waits quietly
for hands strong enough
to cut through the thorns,
but gentle enough
to find the delicate flower,
just learning to bloom,
and set her free.

 

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