It was a wooden bench
I sat on it in the pouring rain.
Everything I owned getting wet
Nothing mattered to me right then.
Next to me was a rose
Laying on the bench
The thorns reminded me of my mind
How my angry words have come out
They reminded me of the painful parts of life
How perhaps, it was me that could have taken another route.
The leaves remind me of my friends
Hanging on for dear life
To a woman that didn’t see it
Sitting in the rain, in strife.
The petals remind me of how beautiful life can be
How fragile, and lovely
They remind me that no matter what
He never put anyone above me.
The stem reminds me how strong I am
How I never let go
That things I thought really got to me
Were really just part of the show.
Sat and watched this rose for a while
How it seemed so much like me
Without the ability to get up and leave
Without the ability to flee.