Braiding Roses
Thorns and Petals
Grains once sowed, bleed through our hourglass.
Is it time to mend our meek masks?
Or time to forsake fake amends?
Or stay put; hope that pain shall pass?
Braiding roses we were, no end;
To nestle, outward spikes defend
Or pierce the other, choke in deed.
Thorns upon thorns, no poor pretend.
A lone, afraid said braid would bleed;
Unkempt, uncared, uproot with speed?
One disappoints; expects rescue.
Metal, not petals; sow dead seed.
Standing misunderstood, for rue;
Glade’s shade did fade, romance renew.
Mindsets mended, empathy true.
Red reach rose lips, no blame, no blue.