Like a Rose
By Ivorie Nicole
The blood in my veins run red like a rose.
Don’t get to close, for I have more thorns than a single rose.
All you see is the beautiful red velvet shape of a heart,
you won’t even notice red blood dripping from your flesh.
Cut by my thorn until you’ve picked me from my garden, just to let me die.
Buddha once said:
“if you like a flower, you just pluck it. But when you love a flower, you water it daily.”
Don’t like me, love me.
Or leave me alone & let me grow in my own garden.
If I can learn anything from a rose,
it is resilience.
For even when I am dying, my wilt will return to a bloom.
But, don’t get to close for I have more thorns than a single rose.
Once picked, I cannot re-bloom but I can only wilt.
All you see is a red velvet shape of a heart,
a heart you want to carry,
a heart you want to cherish,
By the time you’ve realized it, my thorns will have cut the flesh of your delicate skin.
I didn’t ask you to pick me or to like me,
I asked you to let me grow in my own garden.
I asked you to love me.
I cannot live with out my soil.
I love you but in order to love you I must be me.
Alone, alongside of you.
Let me grow through my seasons, for my roots can entangle with yours if we choose to grow together.
Spread the word
Self-love is not selfish; you cannot truly love another until you know how to love yourself.