The Drowning Rose

Have you ever seen a rose drown in a pond?

Have you seen how at first it still holds on?

It sits at the top while its surroundings try to bring it down,

Slowly but not too fast,

With the intention to eventually overwhelm it... give it a chance at survival but then quickly suffocate it

Somehow its beauty still remains, the rosy red petals stay in tact as the strong waters pull, tug, and drag

It takes one petal, and another petal and another, until its entire being is fully submerged by the clear liquid it once relied on for survival

If only the rose knew that the waters would eventually take its existence

Would the rose fight faster or earlier, be stronger, more durable, or would it have never seen it coming in the first place?

Have you touched it?

Its soft skin that feels like a smooth beginning, gentle and delicate

Even as it's engulfed by liquid it still felt softer than ever

it never fully sunk to the bottom

but it stayed completely whole, in the center, close to the top,

as if to say "I will not be ambushed"

somehow even as it drowned, it was still so extravagant, softer and rosier than before

it attracted any eye that passed by,

still seeing the same beauty it once held before.

Cut off from its vine, surrounded by death and still so beautiful.

She was a rose.

She kept her outer beauty in tact

Not letting anyone know that her surroundings were suffocating her, filling up her lungs with water, not giving her a chance to breathe

the things that she once turned to for hope have now taken over...

she never sunk to the bottom but waited in the middle ground to show everyone how beautifully she could drown.