Author: Inked Solace
Poetry
The Roses in Our Garden
The roses in our garden
Are watered with tears, and not rain
The roses in our garden
Are blossomed by my sorrows and my pain
I don’t know how they got here
And I don’t know if they’ll ever leave
All I know is that they thrive best
When I lay by their roots to grieve
Their beauty mocks my suffering
And their petals reflect my sorrow
It seems they take away my joy
They hope to steel, not borrow
They feed off my flowing river
A river, not short of supply
For as long as we stay together
This river will never run dry
Our garden is our relationship
This superficial, dying flame
Maintaining this garden kills me
I can no longer keep it tame
Don’t ever trust a pretty garden
For it takes sacrifice to make it that way
It drains life to keep it red and pink
And it’s a...
Perspectives
Will you live today as an optimist
Or will you let life be boring and dull?
Will you seek to conquer and drive each day,
And live life with a glass half full?
Will you live life with false hope and expectations,
Or will you acknowledge reality, and gain some control?
For living with a more negative look on life
Can help you focus on achieving your ultimate goal.
Is there a balance between these two,
Between the positive and the not?
Maybe there’s some warm in-between
Of the icy cold and the scalding hot.
Reflection
She looks in the mirror and cries
For she is not the beautiful woman she once used to be
She looks in the mirror and weeps
For the loss of the reflection she used to see
Our culture tells her that she’s bad
Because she has freckles and wrinkles and such
And she forgets to stop and think
That maybe looks don’t matter all that much
For appearance fades and standards change
But one thing stays constant and true
Its the inside that truly matters in life
That bright, bold, beautiful you
Battles
Her eyes held all the stars of the sky
And her smile held the warmth of the sun
The wrinkles in her eyes held wisdom
But her complexion showed all the battles she had won
For before a diamond is a crystal
It is refined and purified through heat
Before a maiden can be rescued from her tower
There is a dragon the knight must defeat
There is no victory without a battle
And there is no glory in an unfought war
Without struggle, there can be no resilience
You can't know peace until you’ve experienced the gore
Wounds
Some wounds have this peculiarity:
They may be hidden, but they never fully close.
Always painful, always ready to bleed when touched,
Delicate as a withering rose.
They remain fresh and open in the heart,
with every pulse and breath, pulling apart.
As you lay in your hospital bed,
hurting more than you can bare,
I'm sorry for all the times I gave up on you,
For all the times I wasn't there.