"The Rose's View: A Poem on Perspective"

"Rose"

I’m here (at last)

and consume the same air when I’m born

to the same as i die. But it will (never be the same)

as my legs are grouped like a chrysalis, bleached for

innocence, learned as traditional but cut from the turf

that I’ve been married to since birth (transitioning)

will never be the same.

cause when the disconnect from my

source of understanding, deeply rooted are my

genes and now I’m torn in between

the loss of my dwelling to be

a decor for yours, depleting my being

I’m here to taste my home (never again)

Here I wanted to play on personification a bit and a little repetition of words. Poetry is about expression, thoughts and imagination that can be explained one way but never again duplicated from another person's perspective of the same thing. Set outside of the nature of poetry and what you expect and let your creativity break free! Just flo :)