The Imperfect Rose

Torn and brittle, 
Bruised and used, 
Mistreated and misunderstood, 
A rose ever so delicate, 
Needs patience and time to blossom. 

Strengthening from the intertwining vines of hope and encouragement, 
Showers the imperfect rose in new light and growth. 
Giving and taking the pain, 
That once devoured the rose in utter darkness. 

Emerging from the darkness that suffocated its growth, 
 A shimmer of light shines, 
Upon the imperfect rose.

Standing tall and firm, 
Above all the negativity, 
Above all the misuse, 
And mistreat it had gone through, 
An imperfect rose stood, 
Ever so beautiful.