Concrete rose

Tue, 02/03/2015 - 21:36 -- Tananye

The path less taken is not always harder

But its the one i was sprinkled upon

You buried me with your dirty secrets

And showered me with endless doubts

From above i saw my light within

Giving me the chance to grow

As i grew bigger, my light got stronger 

Helping build my wall of thorns 

My rage is crimson as is my hope

until i finally break free

you no longer are my keeper 

Just the concrete cage of doubt

for i am now a rose 

This poem is about: 
Me

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