If you are proud and strong,
Then it is hard to be wrong.
It can be even harder to admit,
That you can be easily split.
That your bones are not made of metal,
And you can be stung by a simple nettle.
But you shouldn't feel guilt,
For the freshest of Roses will wilt.
Author's Notes/Comments:
I haven't posted anything in a good long time, and I think I owe an explanation. Pretty much everything I've posted was written about a year and a half ago, during a time for me when writing poems was my only outlet at a time when things were very turbulent for me, I wasn't in a good place and I think that definitely comes through with some of the more melodramatic, shall we say, poems I wrote.
But one day during my summer break from University I decided to write a poem and then I thought "Hmm, it's a shame I have all these poems nobody will ever see!" and I decided to look for a possible venue to share my little writes and I found this site. So the next few weeks involved me posting poems twice daily, but then I've pretty much run out or I didn't want to really post some of the others. I haven't even posted the one I wrote during this summer.
But I give you this one, written in about 15 minutes and brand new, didn't even add it to my word document. This poem is for those who have read my poems about being too proud and have related to them, I know these folk exist because they've commented on some of my stuff, and I'm truly grateful. I hope I can be inspired to write more stuff so you can see the change in me from almost 2 years ago
So thank you, to those who have and may read my poems.
