The roses bear
Thorns along stout
Stems proudly held
In bloody fists
And the beauty
Of
Each petal’s
Velvet undulation
Adorned with dew
Droplets
Tracing precariously
Along the edges
Of
Endings
Inspires poets
To define and grasp
Their momentary
Misery
A rose
Arose
But not
Without thorns
For any of us…