👑Fire
Rose Garden
Nanda Regine
Rose was wiltingRot tainted Her skin like a violent bruiseA pure sign of violence inflictedBut it wasn't from the consequences of a physical formShe didn't suffer brutality of that kindOh noHer roots lie in a disarray like a disorientated tear streakStem weary, a replica of poor posture... No confidenceAll at the expense of vile resentmentAnd... Grudges that poison thy delicate RoseNow she's flawed, radiance waning like the moonOh noBut worry not because She set herself freeAs if her soul is transitioning into spring... New beginningsBecause she... ForgaveShe set herself freeOh yesRedemption dripped from Her BudUncalculated happiness burst and burnt what's left of her flawsShe now stands beautiful and properLike a Rose... A ravishing Rose
— Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”