Endlessly Free

He heaved her from the ground,

Constantly afraid

Of her belonging to someone else.

He plucked all her petals

Because he feared

Others may find her beautiful.

Finally, he put her inside,

Not wanting anyone to see her.

Without the sun she wilted,

But without her petals

He never noticed.

There she lived and stayed,

Slowly and silently dying,

Rarely speaking or fighting.

She had lost hope in him;

Her one true admirer.

And when he came home,

Holding a ruby red rose,

She sighed a breath of relief

As he discarded her on the street.

There she lay, hopeless,

Yet endlessly free.

Ready to wilt,

Ready to die.


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