The White Rose

Somewhere between losing you
and finding him,
I found a piece of me
I’d lost for quite some time.
It opened
like a white rose
and curled up in my dreams.

I realized how far I’d fallen
into society’s auras
and expectations.
Suddenly,
I was free.

Free to care
Free to love

Free to die

to myself and live
for something greater
than even the rose
inside my soul.

Somewhere between losing you
and finding him,
I stood up straighter,
breathed a little freer,
and fell to dancing
in the minefields.

I clung to the rose,
thorns and all,
and let myself drown
in the colors.

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