PETALS OF THORNS AROUND PETALS

PETALS OF THORNS AROUND PETALS

(UNIQUE ROSE)

She was like a dumb she. Her introvert nature was mistaken to be pride. Some thought she was a chameleon; she changed every time. Others said she was a "swing" all this because of funny fluctuation of mood.

Her aura was mysterious. A lady who smiled "at all"

Even in pain she gave out a glow. One like a baby to melt souls. But.... within she was consumed by hurts. 

Who could she be?

Some pondered at her attitude. Her personality was a wonder unseen. 

Male or female? what's her gender? 

This was a question many wished to have answers. 

She emitted both characteristics. That's strange. 

Their assumptions and conclusions made her chuckle. Puzzling at their ignorant, she smiled in disappointment. 

"Too bad there's nothing I can do to get them out of the desert. No!!! I can water that fake seed to grow"

Some humans will always be humans, she mused. A copy and paste of the original copy. Forgoing opals to get pebbles. Breathing to release the toxins, she reached out to her companion.

Yes, I may be tough! That's because life's not for the faint. 

Yes, I may be strong willed! Simply because success is not meant for uncertain minds.

Yes, I may be boastful! Simply because I know the God I serve and how far he's sailed me.

Yes, I may be bizarre; a chameleon or mysterious as "they" call it! That's because life sharpened the attitudes to be able to chop off any circumstance that comes my way. Being predictable is being vulnerable. #lesson learned.

Yes, I may be rude, stubborn, cruel, short tempered and careless! That's just some flaws showing I am a human (imperfect)

Yes, my ego may be larger than my head! that's where I have been.

To sum it all, she is just a unique rose. A rose filled with thorns like petals all around her petals. 

Her words "I love to be the white rose amidst hundreds of thousands of red roses, revealing my thorns first while shielding my white petals"