Written after a dark period of depression (about light and hope). Rose is part of my name. |
A seed born in darkness starving for light Takes roots in soil and begins it’s fight One millimeter at a time, it pushes and shoves To reach the tiniest light above Tired and thirsty, it waits for the rain To feed it and help it fight again It reaches the top of the soil --so close Not expecting the hardness of the asphalt, it froze Steel and concrete greeting its rise, The leaves and blossoms feel the heat of the sky This is the time it chooses to live or die So it wills strength in it’s stem and begins to climb Up between the hardness in the street Its journey is almost complete Thorns catch the asphalt and halts its accent Then it gets the help it needs from the wind And powering through the earth, it appears Stretching upward toward the skies so clear Though it’s new home is not the one it chose This blossom through the asphalt, grows It’s beauty begins to open and thrive It’s petals, one by one, greets the skies Its sudden arrival has not gone unnoticed As footfalls step to the side to avoid it And the rose that was born in the harshest way Opened it’s petals and with the wind, began to sway This beauty arising in the midst of chaos Has the power to make all traffic stop And take notice of this beautiful anomaly close Marveling the existence of Asphalt Rose A seed born in darkness starving for light Takes roots in soil and begins it’s flight In an environment it neither wanted nor chose This beauty known as Asphalt Rose And many years later it continues to exist Rising through the cracks it continues to persist As the most beautiful anomaly ever known Throbbing with life it continues to glow Causing traffic to stop and take notice Of the unexpected existence of Asphalt Rose |