All in a Rose

I awakened and noticed a rose beside me

“How lovely…

and unfortunate, this unrequited passion”

Nevertheless

The gesture warmed my heart

I looked closer and realize something was amiss

For the Rose was incomplete without its thorns and leaves… it’s thorns

No doubt, they were removed with care and caution in mind.

But it’s deeper than that.

See I am the rose you laid beside me

Those thorns are undesirable to you

So you removed them

To make me -I mean the rose- more favorable

The thorns are my voice, my independence, my unyielding nature, my point of view,

All bring discomfort and unease to you

So what’s a man like you to do

A man with an unchallenged ego

A man wounded by the “inferior sex”

Remove all threats and pluck her thorns

•••

And then there was you

A day before and out the blue

A rose was given to me

The way a rose is supposed to be

Foreshadowing

The electric current reviving in me