Rose Tyson - Black Rose

A black rose, I grow <br />Unsteady and small, <br />With petals as black as the darkness that surrounds me, <br />Alone in a field <br />Where many flowers once grew, <br />But I chased them away with my thorns. <br /> <br />But when I think of these things, <br />I just look to the horizon, <br />Where sun reaches out <br />With her golden fingers, <br />Giving me the hope <br />That I need to grow, <br />So that one day I'll be strong and proud, <br />And the other flowers will return to the meadow.<br /><br />Rose Tyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-rose-59/