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One more Rose
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Discipline Petals falling,
the rose withering away,
grasping for air,
fighting to live once again.
Malnourished and dried out,
the rose's color is fading.
Waiting for the hope that someone
still cares.
She cries out wanting to be heard,
to be seen,
for what she is, not
for what she possesses.
Until finally seen,
although withered and frail,
her flaws are over looked.
Workable, with the ability to save.
With time and compassion,
she begins to change,
showing her new colors,
her vines strong.
Her growth is beautiful,
Budding brighter now than
she ever was before.
Radiant.
She is ready to move on,
her weaknesses removed,
she has been restored.
Ready for life once again.
