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A rosebud struggles to grow

Through the desert sand, because

Because if the rosebud ever sprang forth,

 Its environment was already warped,

Not even conducive for proper growth

Of a magnificent, beautiful flower.

The haven was filled with heat,

One extreme and no in between.

“Heat” rearranged spells “hate”

“Thirsty” without the “r” = “shitty”,

And “vile” re-worded = “evil”

These elements describe the climate

And the ground that spawned

The rosebud into this world.

The seed was planted

The rosebud came into fruition

As the flower grew and matured,

The habitat was always dry,

Because of the sun’s rays.

When the sunshine beamed down

Onto the rosebud, the sun radiated

A light full of sheer terror,

And no other stabilizer such as

Cooler, moist air, clouds or rain,

Reigned upon the rosebud to

Help quell the never-ending heat.

The sun had shined so hot,

Gleaming nonstop, unmercifully for days,

That during some of these instances,

The rosebud almost wilted away.

Sandstorms and drought also appeared

Trying to debilitate the rosebud,

Or the ground would constrict

Practically destroying the lovely flower.

But despite it originating from

An unfit, sweltering, hopeless haven,

The rosebud somehow manages to

Bounce back from near thirst,

And rise above its circumstances.

Divine intervention in the form of

Fertilizer, water and loving care

Transformed the potential stormy weather

Into an opportunity for rebirth

And an internal realization

That eternal divine guidance

Will always surround the rosebud

Enabling it to survive living

In and throughout the stifling desert.

–This poem is reposted on this blog from the original author of it, me. Written © 2005

It was originally published in Our Truth: A Forthright Poetry Compilation by Lamar Richardson