A Purple Rose
When will this battle end?
I've been fighting with everything I got
Now there's not
A whole lot
Of force left in me.
I'm tired of my enemies
Siphoning my feminine energy
I've been wounded and my spirit has been drained
I breathe in life to only regurgitate pain
I nurture weakness as it leaves
My being
My temple
My soul.
I visualize a day when I'll once again feel whole
Not shattered emotionally reeking of a time long ago
This battle seems to grow stronger
With each passing moment
With each passing hour
I'm such a rare fragile flower
That's evolving into a being that is so rare!
Daily my heart bloom a bouquet of purple roses of despair
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