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[sid] => 11813
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => The Rose
[time] => 2003-02-02 04:30:00
[hometext] => The departure of wifes love through midlife crises
[bodytext] => The Rose
Do I not look strong, are these hands not strong look please do they not look strong to you, with all the wars and hardship I have faced all the destruction and death I have avoided and delivered I truly thought they were strong, until one day in life’s trial. I found a rose in life’s rocky ground a small rose sadden by life’s grief and trials it was just sitting there barely making it. Along side the rose were its sprouts small and young not alive but not dead, striving to survive. I took the rose into my care, wanting to nurture it to health, wanting to love its sweetness and loveliness that I knew was there. I treasured it through it early trials of life, and gave it the care and love it deserved. The rose’s sprouts were also nurtured and I tried to raise them to maturity it was hard and times in life, I thought they failed. My rose grew in it’s strength and beauty the sweetness continue to increase until all I could think of every minute of the day and during my life was to insure the care of my rose and it‘s sprouts. I knew life have given me a special presents that I could finally cherish and love their sweetness, and loving them were all that I could ever hope for in a lifetime for I had a heavy heart for the death and destruction life has delivered to me showing me all the hatred of mankind and none of the love. Then life drew its ugly head and threw its cruel funny jokes my way again. There came a flood birthed in life’s womb and swept my beautifully rose away washed right out of my hands, heart, and life. Look please look are these hands not strong I thought they were strong hands do they not look strong to you can they not destroy with yet a simple grip, a grip that can remove life from the body,,, yet alas. I tried so desperately to hold on to my rose crying and grasping with all my might to hang on, though life snatched the rose away, and left nothing but one sprout for me to love and cherish, left without my mother rose. Then I saw my rose almost in hands reach across the stream that life left behind, although it was a small stream, life made it just wide enough and deep enough for me not to cross. Trying so hard to reach across the stream to my beauty, my love, my heart, my love of life, but alas I could not reach the rose, life made the stream cruel enough that I was almost able to reach my rose, my fingers were just within reach yet I could not touch nor hold my rose to bring it back to me. I cried, jumped up and down, screamed, cursed life for what it has done to me to separated me from my rose, but to no avail,,, life would not let me have my rose back it teased me letting the air carried my rose sweetness to me, letting me see my beauty just across the way, but always keeping me just within finger tip my reach not enough to catch hold and bring my rose home. I knew my loveliness would not die for I had help when I could with it’s new life it would survive, for it had grown strong, strong enough to survive on it’s own but without my rose would I survive in life’s cruel trick would it cause me to just die as my rose almost did upon my discovery of it in it’s rocky home years before. I cried for my rose to stretch it’s branches toward me to let me catch hold, but alas my rose was so strong it stood straight, and strong in it’s new life’s garden and could not hear me. My rose’s sprout tried to grow strong and smell so sweet a sweetness all it’s own to try to explain how the mother rose had grown to it’s own strength and would survive as I would survive. And though I loved my sprout, and cherish it with another love for it’s understanding and support and shall always care and love for my sprout and shall never let it suffer nor need anything from life, but alas I still needed my true rose for I love it so much and cannot stand to part with my rose. Perhaps I shall try to swim the stream, life has use to separate me and my rose, and though life’s current may pull me under and my breath be remove my heart stopped, it shall be worth it to try. For I can not go on without my rose and with my love of life gone,,, also is my will to go on,,, my heart is breaking and my health is declining,,,, to the point that my body and soul is on the verge of quitting, stopping, wasting away to death,,,, all for the love of a rose. Is love worth such pain and sorry, is it worth the hardship of a hurting heart, the feeling of remorse when the time comes for life to decide to separate you from your love, is my life worth going on with out my rose. Maybe just maybe I will finally decide to swim the stream that life has place in my way the challenge it has placed here knowing full well that life knows I will not succeed and the quietness and the surrender of darkness shall surely come over me quickly when I realize that my challenge is a lost cause. So be it if life decides to bring darkness to me I shall welcome it with open arms for life without my rose is no life at all. God bless my Rose and it’ sprouts, for I am proud that they can fight and survive life’s trial, my pride is so great for them that my heart breaks,,, knowing that life will not let me cherish them anymore may the Lord take me into his arm to comfort me with his light when final darkness prevails. Look please look does not these hands look strong, have they not seen life’s cruel tricks and jokes, I though they were strong I thought they could endure all, they look strong do they not??? ---“Please” look again and help me understand why they have failed me. Dedicated to my wife Karen Who has left me HEART BROKEN [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 22 [informant] => gunner2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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