Winter Roses- Kennedie Owens

Winter Roses

By Kennedie Owens

She was born from the earth, But raised by a hurricane That carried burdens of hollow scars, Hidden within her sickly veins. Inside her lonely city, There was a girl known by the rain, Who held on to winter roses, That were dimly labeled with pain. They thinned her delicate beauty, Of the graceful figure within, And broke the shelves of her wrist, That weighed her veins thin. It created permanent scars, That she held close to her heart, Scared to bring out to heal, ‘Cause of the fear to restart. But every winter rose, Will have the ache to keep you tight, To secure you within its city’s stem, Until the night whispers no longer feel right. If you hang on so tight, It is not the fear of falling so low, Just the keeper of a fragile heart, Of someone that is afraid to let go.