 I am a wild rose,
I love to be free, please don’t take that away from me. I am a wild rose, not one to retrain or contain, more like lines of free verse prose, I’m not one to hold to one lane. I am a wild rose, it is not the pain that I fear, but the ties that bind me, and loss of the independence I hold dear. I am a wild rose, I don’t mind settling down, happy in the life I chose, but I won’t wear the gown. ~By Liz Austin 2019
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11/6/2019 09:43:10 am
It was a very nice poem to read. I wonder is this really how the writer feels? I believe that at some point of time in our lives, we were a wild rose. But as the time goes by, maturity sets in and we will want or need someone to grow old with. As the saying goes, no man is an island, we must depend on someone we trust and cared for. Leave a Reply. |
AuthorBorn and raised in Upstate NY, Liz is a freelance writer. She has written for websites, blogs, and magazines for the last 10 years. She works as a freelance writer and editor, as well as a proofreader and beta reader for several authors, all the while working on her first book. Archives
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