The Hidden Beauty

examining the hurt

See that young woman?
She is as lovely and delicate as a blossom,
Yet she hides who she is from the world.
She is afraid of letting people get too close,
For she has been trampled many times.

Consider the ruby-red rose;
It is beautiful beyond compare,
Yet thorns march across its emerald stem for protection.
It takes an understanding heart
To accept the rose’s thorns and still see beauty.

To understand these fragile flowers,
You must have patience;
Wait for them to bloom and open up to you,
Because you will discover
That the true beauty is hidden within.

Reviews

[Indie Skreet]

Not only the young woman, the older too I fear. Your writing shows maturity and empathy. Good work.