She thought she was alive
Although she stood with a crooked stem
She was bloomed-so she thought
Until He yanked her out of the ground-
Her roots dangled
She found that she wasn’t fully bloomed
If so she wouldn’t have stayed
Without water. Without hope.
She withered. She dried.
And died.
It rained for years.
A rainbow came and soon the sun
She was rooted.
She grew. She bloomed. She stood.
Her stem no longer crooked.
Her thorns grew stronger.
Her hue more red.
She could not be touched.
He could never yank her again.
She was alive.
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Shatarra Rosshelle
Just a young woman that’s deeply rooted with heart.
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