Rose Ascendant
Reflection
In the quiet moments, she finds her strength,
A rose in her hair, a symbol at length.
The light dances upon her skin so fair,
A gentle caress, beyond compare.
Her eyes closed, she breathes the air,
A sense of peace, beyond all care.
The black lace on her shoulder, a delicate frame,
For the beauty that she holds, a work of art, not tamed.
The red rose, a passion that burns within,
A flame that flickers, yet never diminishes to thin.
In this stillness, she finds her voice,
A whisper of courage, a heartfelt choice.
To rise above, to let go and be free,
To be the rose, wild and carefree.