Sometimes I just want to wither
Lay down in my bed
And show my wear like a limp rose
With her thorns ripped off
Leaves crispy and browned
Because the rose in the glass case in my heart
It shows these signs of abuse
Not just age
But being mishandled
Assumed for being so strong
People don’t realize that thorns are just an image
A decoy to hide the delicacy that lies beneath
An attempt to protect the fragile beauty
They obviously fail time and time again
Because this rose has been anything but protected.
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Taryn Lempa.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?