Bloody Rose
At times the world—a carnival
With whirling ways and smiles
At times the stage—a darkened edge
Revealing thorns
Our lives
Too often times the tenderness
Flows slow to warm my face
Damp crystals of the evening
Stain deep to leave no trace
And many times I wonder why
I ever said hello
Before that day I had my way
Budding as the rose
A magic time—a shining light
A dream to you, no meaning
As time will tell, I felt it real
I know the pain I’m feeling
Mixing tears and simple smiles
I laugh to hear my praying
A bloody rose I seem to hold
And yet—
My heart is staying
To let it go would be the best
To heal my wound forever
My bleeding heart—a tender rose
A clinched fist protects it
- Jude Stringfellow (1977)
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