I Am Rose (Prose)

~ For those of you who know me you will understand my journey.
For those of you who don't know me ... I would love to hear your interpretation
of this piece.~

~ I Am Rose ~

Each step more atrocious than the last.
Slight slopes then a small dip.
It is then when I pause, though only
momentarily to catch my breath.
Steeper and steeper it becomes
small rocks below me,
mountains ahead

Darkness thrusts at a golden sky.
It begins to rain, oh! how I cried.
Stabbing penetration!
But the tears wipe away, they always do.

Further on up the trail, I stop to listen
parental birds chirp a song
to their offspring.
Their sweet melodies are painful
I've heard the song over and over and over.
I guess they think it helps,
though a hug would do just fine.

Moving on, a bend in the trail
causes me to stumble.
Falling over the edge, my fingertips grasp
for anything to hold on to.
I'm dangling just an inch above death
and a foot below insanity.
Pulling myself up, Oh so hard!
Deciding to keep moving upward,
just as a huge boulder comes tumbling.
Little did I know, it would be thrown by
the one I loved.

The pain! Crushing, tormenting and cruel.
My body parts all intact, breathing air,
not so bad just a bruise but my heart's still there.
Broken but there!

Seeing the top now, oh! so beautiful.
Reaching out, I can almost touch the sky.
Engraving my name into soft sand that
once use to be cold, solid rock.
Bending to smell the sweet wild roses,
a survivor from harsh days of my past.
I bloomed, I am rose

Things get worse before they get better.
Never a mountain high enough,
that I can't climb.
Even if someday it is alone!
I will survive.
I am rose ...