Black Rose...

Black Roses were given to me

Black Roses from those I Iove

Yet each one has given the Black Rose a different meaning

A statement of Hate, Passion, and Pity

One of almost twenty years, is the most confusing of them all

But with all, there is no definitive answer

A Black Rose

A rose, the one thing that was the representation of my fears.

Spiraling back to a time of abuse

Symbolic of the man that robbed me of my childhood, but now I have overcome its previous representation

Now, each Black Rose has its own meaning

Hate...

     Passion...

         Pity...

Poem by:
Beryl Berry
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