The Beauty of a Rose

This is a poem that I wrote when I was 17.  The poem was written after a milestone in my life that would change me forever and was based on the beauty of a rose. 

It stands alone catchingly strange but not weak. It is as strong as a brick wall but as sensitive as a virgin. Pure as white with no flaws. It feels no pain and grows with full potential to be the most beautiful thing you could ever see. Each petal it’s own bloodstained red character nourished by the gentle touch of a smooth rainfall which soothes any uneasiness that seems to disturb the greatness of all. Beauty.
— Anna Sullivan 2000