Rose That Grew From Concrete

A rose that grew from concret

Yearning for love, care, and affection

Yet, the rose that grew from concrete

It's stepped on, shunned upon,

Wilting away its own divinity

In infinite realities this flower has journeyed through,

The normality is compliance and perfection

With no help for the flower to grow, the beautiful creature cried to sustain its own wellness - creating its own remedy

To be or not to be? Was that the adage that caught your mind?

How about: To see or not to see? Controlling your perceptions within your mind?

And with its greatest desires to be a divine feminine, the world around her turned rather uncomplacent